"Too close for missles; I'm switching to guns!"
Just in time to ruin my meat-eating experience at San Diego, a fire has destroyed Kansas City Barbecue on West Market Street, just outside of the official AiT San Diego enclave at the Embassy Suites. We eat there three times at least during the week of SD, with only once some drunk fool singing "You've Got That Lovin' Feelin'," what with the sleazy bar scene of
Top Gun having been filmed there. I've seen more people run up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art like Rocky in the summer I was there than I have having sung that Righteous Brothers song, and I've been to KCBBQ about a million times more in the last 15 years.
You can be my wingman anytime, Kansas City Barbecue. RIP.
I Gots Me Some Enthusiasm features me doing something I never do, and outlining a bit of verbiage for
The Big Lebowski sequel I'd like to see, and something I do every year as convention season starts: a cautionary tale for all you guys who want to talk to me at San Diego.
Our good friend Adam Beechen wrote us an email this morning, congratulating Walker on his first birthday and signed off with "I assume all of you aren't doing a whole lot to celebrate or anything."
hee hee
We'd already gone to the hospital to give a bottle of wine and a card with Walker's picture on it to Kalami, the delivery nurse who stayed an extra hour-and-a-half after her night shift ended just to make sure Walker made it safely into the world and that Mimi had a continuity of experience with the labor. Mimi really wanted Kalami to stay, and she did, and it really meant a lot to us.
So it didn't seem like too far to go to get up first thing and meet her as the night shift ended, to show her Walker at One and thank her for a job well done.
Thanks, Kalami!
