The better part of that weekend was wasted, er, enjoyed up at Kearney participating in the Jesse James Festival BBQ.  I took Friday off and met up with Martin that afternoon, and we motored on up to the fair grounds to set up.  We spent the rest of the day, night, and on into Saturday trying to keep warm, dry, and awake, none of them very successfully.  Ah, we had an OK time of it I suppose.  Other than the freezing cold, the intermittent rainstorms, the company, and the contest results it was a super time.  I mean come on, what’s not to like there.  One of the very few good decisions I made over the course of the weekend was to get the heck out as early as possible on Saturday and skip the farce of an awards ceremony;  At least I was spared that indignity this year.

Sunday I was still a bit out of sorts from the lack of sleep and poor weather.  I finally got up and around and we headed out to the opening of the Kauffman Center around noon.  We got no further than QuikTrip and I got a call from work.  By the time I finished that call a few hours later Donette didn’t feel like going out again, so we just shut down for the rest of the day.  I chopped up my leftover brisket and threw it in a pot with some tomatoes, beans, onions and who-knows-what-else.  Chili weather is here.