Cloudy, 64 degrees F, feels like 64 degrees F
So the title really has no meaning, it's just the current temp in JC right now. I was in the newsroom today from 2 p.m. to 12:45 a.m. (we are an afternoon paper Monday through Friday and morning on Sunday). In that time, I experienced humidity, a blackout, marble-sized hail, monsoon-like rain, hurricane-esque wind, crazy flooding, pitch blackness at 5 p.m. and clear blue skies. Our county was in a flash flood watch, tornado watch and severe thunderstorm watch. Yet through all of this, we kept working (except during the 40-minute blackout when we raided the break room for leftovers). By the end of the night, Lauren, Dustin, Kevin and I were singing Annie songs.
I got the Fort Riley/Defense beat, which is what I wanted. Unfortunately I have to layout a lot of pages. Boo. Andy is covering the region, which includes all the podunk towns you could ever ask for. His first day is this Tuesday so he hasn't seen the list of towns he has to cover or the layout schedule. I told him he's going to crap his pants. We design a bulk of the pages.
The first (of hopefully many) parties at my house was on Thursday. It was a pre-house warming party and the turnout was spectacular. I drank an array of booze, ranging from red wine to Jager. Hey, you can take the girl out of the Kansan, but you can't take the Kansan out of the girl ...
Hmmm, I have so much to tell and this post is already running long. Oh well bitches, what else do you have to do? I am taking the Fort Riley beat over from Dustin who is moving on to sports. We went to the base a few days ago and he gave me the lost tour. We drove off base and there was a strip club, a mere stone's throw from post. I started probing him for strip club dirt and he opened up like a stripper on an Army base. Quite the titty bar connoisseur (I think he's in his mid- to late-20s), he informed me that the closer the gentleman's establishment is to base, the higher quality the performers. Unfortunately, my all-time favorite, The G Spot, is in the middle. He said that guys without crewcuts who walk in better just go home and get out the lotion because non-military boys are ignored. He didn't say that bit about the lotion, but it's a funny, tad inappropriate comparison. Dustin said that lap dances were expensive, somewhere in the neighborhood of $25. He said lap dances in Topeka were much cheaper, unless you decide to go into the VIP Room.
On one last work-related note, the tech guy at the paper, who is this older gentleman whose wife is from Western Kansas (he loves to gab about Western Kansas and make fun of city folk with me), made another reference to my singleness the other day. While setting up my e-mail account, he said, "It's still Stairrett isn't it? What I'm trying to politely say is, are you married yet?" Goddamn. But you know, I have been utterly obsessed with marriage since my post about the cable guy. Goddamn.
Take care,
AKS
I got the Fort Riley/Defense beat, which is what I wanted. Unfortunately I have to layout a lot of pages. Boo. Andy is covering the region, which includes all the podunk towns you could ever ask for. His first day is this Tuesday so he hasn't seen the list of towns he has to cover or the layout schedule. I told him he's going to crap his pants. We design a bulk of the pages.
The first (of hopefully many) parties at my house was on Thursday. It was a pre-house warming party and the turnout was spectacular. I drank an array of booze, ranging from red wine to Jager. Hey, you can take the girl out of the Kansan, but you can't take the Kansan out of the girl ...
Hmmm, I have so much to tell and this post is already running long. Oh well bitches, what else do you have to do? I am taking the Fort Riley beat over from Dustin who is moving on to sports. We went to the base a few days ago and he gave me the lost tour. We drove off base and there was a strip club, a mere stone's throw from post. I started probing him for strip club dirt and he opened up like a stripper on an Army base. Quite the titty bar connoisseur (I think he's in his mid- to late-20s), he informed me that the closer the gentleman's establishment is to base, the higher quality the performers. Unfortunately, my all-time favorite, The G Spot, is in the middle. He said that guys without crewcuts who walk in better just go home and get out the lotion because non-military boys are ignored. He didn't say that bit about the lotion, but it's a funny, tad inappropriate comparison. Dustin said that lap dances were expensive, somewhere in the neighborhood of $25. He said lap dances in Topeka were much cheaper, unless you decide to go into the VIP Room.
On one last work-related note, the tech guy at the paper, who is this older gentleman whose wife is from Western Kansas (he loves to gab about Western Kansas and make fun of city folk with me), made another reference to my singleness the other day. While setting up my e-mail account, he said, "It's still Stairrett isn't it? What I'm trying to politely say is, are you married yet?" Goddamn. But you know, I have been utterly obsessed with marriage since my post about the cable guy. Goddamn.
Take care,
AKS
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