Los Alamos<\/a>. \u00a0I mention the difficulty because I ran smack into the Hospital Hill run. \u00a0This is a popular area of town for such events, but I forgot all about this one or I honestly would have rescheduled breakfast. \u00a0I eventually detoured my way down there though, with a rather late arrival. \u00a0By the time I finally got there, it had warmed up considerably, so I tossed my keys in my jacket and locked it securely in the under-seat storage for safe keeping. \u00a0Literally as soon as I slammed the seat shut I started replaying that sequence in my head. \u00a0“OK what just happened there… \u00a0Take keys out of scooter, put keys in jacket pocket, lock jacket under seat. No that can’t be right, because that would mean… \u00a0Aw shoot.” \u00a0Rats. \u00a0I stomped around fretting about this unfortunate situation for a bit, then decided there wasn’t much to do about it and crossed the street to enjoy breakfast. \u00a0And, enjoy it I did. \u00a0Pretty interesting place, and very good. \u00a0I opted for a standard plate of chorizo con juevos, with rice and beans. \u00a0While that’s pretty standard Mexican Food Menu fare, it was definitely an above-average entry in the category. \u00a0Ann got a “platter,” where she selected three meats from their large steam table, with sides of rice and beans. \u00a0When I get back there, I’ll go that route. \u00a0I should have Saturday, but I was a bit intimidated by the conversational exchange required to figure out what you wanted. \u00a0(Mild language barrier going on at the order counter.) \u00a0She ended up with short ribs, carnitas, and an as-yet unidentified pork in red chile sauce. \u00a0It was a ridiculously large serving, the remainder of which is in my ‘fridge; \u00a0Score! \u00a0After breakfast they kindly transported me back home, where I set about the arduous task of finding the spare key to the scooter. \u00a0Literally hours later, I found one in an old coat I hadn’t worn for some time. \u00a0I took the Metro back down there, and after a refreshing hike through the ‘hood the situation was resolved. \u00a0Being moderately stressed after this, I rolled back to the Brooksider and hung out watching the baseball game with the boys, even getting to see a rare victory.<\/p>\nSunday was event-filled also. \u00a0I got up early-ish and met Munkirs and his neighbor for a brisk morning bicycle ride. \u00a0In this case, “brisk” refers to the weather, not our pace. \u00a0We had a leisurely bit of exercise; \u00a0I’m still not up to any faster paced rides. \u00a0After that solid start to the day, I met Mom out in Raymore for brunch. \u00a0I rode my motorcycle out there, and it was still quite chilly! \u00a0Apparently I went by the calendar and not the thermometer when I left; \u00a0I about froze. \u00a0After enjoying my tasty omelette, I headed back home to prepare for a trip to Emporia to celebrate my niece’s birthday. \u00a0It would have made sense to leave from Raymore directly, but I was most definitely under-dressed for the weather so I needed a few more layers. \u00a0After donning some flannel-lined jeans and a heavier shirt, I headed south for Emporia. \u00a0I had grand thoughts of taking a relaxing, scenic motorcycle ride to get there, but that was thwarted by 1) my inherent geographical challenges, and 2) my desire to arrive on the same calendar day. \u00a0My phone did courteously provide a few alternate routes, but they were so long as to be quite impractical. \u00a0So, I just blasted down I-35, nervous as that made me. \u00a0I’ve got a nice jacket and helmet, but something tells me if a semi decides to pull over into your lane they aren’t going to make a whole lot of difference. \u00a0I arrived intact though, and enjoyed a tasty taco dinner in their brand spankin’ new home. \u00a0Happy #9 Faith!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Whew, I was hopping this weekend. \u00a0Fortunately most of my events were fun-related. \u00a0That doesn’t do much for the house and it’s state of disrepair, but what can you do. \u00a0I kicked things off Friday at the Brooksider with my usual band of compadres. \u00a0 \u00a0It was a nice day out, if a little cool. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1487","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1487","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1487"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1489,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1487\/revisions\/1489"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}