Not This Girl

Talk about a fantastic first Saturday in Topeka. It all started at a little restaurant/bar close to Chris's work called Quintons. It was a cute little place, had kind of a college feel to it. The place you would go with a bunch of friends after a night of drinking to re hash funny moments. You might even say it was a bit like Bison only with chubbier, non sorority waitresses, but still the too short jean shorts, never the less. And then I read the menu and saw they had a sandwich called the California Kid, this was my first clue. And then there was the Cab, and TAC and bread bowl soups! What was going on I wondered? Could this be a sister restaurant to Bison? Was there even such a thing? And when the food was served on trays and I knew I had died and gone to Bison. Sure enough, after a little googling I confirmed Quintons is in indeed the older brother of Bisonwitches. So if anyone wants to come visit me here in Peker we have our very own Bison to go to, only less lines and faster service! Not to mention less chances of running into people you might not want to see the day after an embarrassing night in downtown Lincoln.

Next on the list of fun was a little tour de Westboro Baptist Church. Some of you may or may not know, but Topeker is the hometown of that crazy pastor Fred Phelps and his occult followers who frequently protest soldier's funerals and the like. We had a feeling we had found the church, which is nestled away in an old neighborhood, when we saw the large banner strung across the side that read "Godhatesamerica.com." I made Chris drive by at least five times so I could make sure and get a proper look at the place. I'm assuming Mr. Phelps' house of hell might have a problem with vandals on occasion because there was video surveillance everywhere, and a few penis graffiti drawings on the garage door. I'm sure the homosexuals who drew those took great pleasure in doing so, and I say good for them, Phelps has no right to say God hates gays. In fact, Phelps says God hates pretty much everyone, me included since I am sometimes a Catholic. Phelps obviously hasn't heard of purgatory because if he had he would know God keeps us Catholics on a VIP list for his club, I'm not saying this is right Lutherans and Methodists, so don't get your panties in a bunch. Its just an age old agreement between God and the Pope from hundreds of years ago. From what I understand anyway, Pope Benny the 1st must have had some major dirt on God to get him to agree to something like purgatory, but whatever, to each their own. But back to Phelps, on our third trip around the block we got the real treat of seeing old woman Phelps come outside to get the mail! I nearly screamed with delight! She snarled toward Chris and I until Chris threw her a secret Baptist gang sign of some sorts which caused her to back off. I told Chris that no matter how hard up we are for friends in Peker we will not join Westboro simply because he's Baptist and it's a way to meet new people. He put up a bit of an argument, but reluctantly agreed in the end.

Next stop: the Peker Plaza. Very similar to the plaza in KC, only more Debs and Wet Seals and less Burberry and Marc Jacobs. Still though, another great place. Friendly people and happy workers all around. It was like the Norfolk mall and the Fremont mall got together and gave birth to a little cigarette smelling baby. Chris and I felt right at home. So after we got some new duds from the Urban Outlit- which note to self is not an outlet for Urban outfitters as I thought- we were just about ready to go, dressed in our his and hers RocaWear velour jump suits, but not without a stop to the mall hair salon... So finally, with me in braids, and Chris with a fresh Nike swoosh shaved in the back of his head we were ready for a night out in Peker. So we headed to the bar a block from our place called Jerimiah Bullfrogs. If I know anything about bars in new places its always a good idea to start with something with an O ( O'Connors, O' Padleys, O'Quigleys) or something with a Frog (Billy Frogs, Froggys, Uncle Frogs) O'Dooleys was too far from our place so we settled on Jermiah Bullfrogs. The ratio of males to females was about 30:1.5, I was one and I'm pretty sure our waitress/waiter was the half. The drinks were cheap, the wings were big and mini burritos were the special, all the makings of a good night. No friends were made just yet, but who needs friends when Husker season is less than two weeks away? Not this girl.