It's a long and kind of dull drive, though. And on I-70 west of Kansas City, you have to pay a toll for using the freeway, which nags at me...it's kinda like paying a cover charge for a shitty bar, I think.
Anyway, despite some initial adventure where I took a wrong turn, I made it to the apartment safely, and then Lilyblack and Byron and I went out to explore downtown. We ended up at the Free State, which is a restaurant with a microbrewery, and I heartily recommend it to everyone.
After that, it was back to the apartment for a while, and I got to hear the Ypsilanti All-Stars. (Taste that booty flav-a!) Plus there was serious discussion of the works of Laszlo Novotny, and I feel I have been converted to the greatness of his art. Laszlo Novotny: Best Artist Ever.
Dinner was pan-seared tuna steaks in a shiitake cream sauce with coriander, which was teh yum. I so want to cook that every day now. Afterward, some folks in the KU American Studies department came over, and more hanging-out was committed. And then Byron brought out the absinthe.
This was the first time I'd ever seen it, so I was curious. He did this ritual where you dip a spoonful of sugar into the liquor just enough to get the sugar wet, then set the spoon on fire and stir the flaming sugar into the drink. Blow out the flames, and down the hatch. So I set the stuff on fire, blew it out, and drank it. It tasted like medicine, and then it tasted like burning. I can't understand why all those belle epoque people loved the stuff so much. (And I didn't see Kylie Minogue, either. Nor Nick Cave. I feel ripped off somehow.)
After the absinthe, some more drinking, and then we watched Ping Pong Club. After that, everyone went home and I passed out on the couch.
Sunday, there was breakfast, and then the drive back to Lincoln. Listened to Sparks' "Little Beethoven" on the drive back.
So it was a good trip, and I'd love to go back. Or to have Lilyblack and Byron up here, too.