My TAR Weekend Update

Okay, it’s my time to post about the TAR weekend. TAR actually stand for Tornado Alley Roundup, and not Travis’s Ass is Rank. It was a great time and sure to become a National Holliday dedicated to the gathering of some of the funniest and hottest people in blogdom. I guess I won’t get to come then, but it will be a hoot for those who do.

A few years ago I had the opportunity to spend several months in St. Louis and fell in love with the place. There is mucho history (next to sex, my favorite subject and interest) and beautiful old buildings and houses. And such was the grand old hotel we stayed in. It is the Drury Hotel right next to the old train station.


The insides still have much of the original décor, even down to the old board that held the room keys. So I was excited to see what my view would be out side my window. It is always a treat to go into a motel/hotel room and see what is outside; what the scenery will be. So I was excited to see what bit of history I would be able to look at during my stay. I was on the first floor and this is what I saw when I threw back the curtains.


That rust has to be old.

The Drury made up for the view by providing 3 FREE ALCHOLE BEVERAGES as well as free food like hotdogs, chicken fingers, baked taters, salad and stuff. Also free breakfasts of eggs, waffles, fruit, biscuit and grave, coffee and juice. Pretty cool, huh?

Ed of Ed's Funny Pages and I met up first. Then Bambi of rxBambi and Barb of Sassy and Ginger, two hot sisters, finally found us after cruse’n the lobby like a couple of…uh…ladies who were lost…yea…that’s the ticket. Anysearch, they found Ed and me.


Anybooze, this is a picture of us going to get our free drinks.


Then The TravisesI Like To Fish and Kid Funk showed up. This is Travis, KF and Ed.


So after this group finished all their three drinks we decided to go eat some real food at the Hard Rock Café. This is the group staggering…uh…waddling…ummm…walking over the old station to feed and imbibe.


While there the music got to Travis and Kid Funk. KF would bust some moves at the table, but when the song YMCA came on, Travis stood up and was doing the hand motions. So one of the waitresses drug him up to the front and made him and some other dike…uh…woman dance to the whole thing. Dude can shake a leg, too.


Then we all ran back to the hotel through the rain ( I walked because I like storms and water will dry sooner or later.) Bambi and Barb had to go home, but didn’t want to drive in the tornados or storm, so we all went down to the bar and got drunk. Better to drive drunk so that when the big wreck happens, you won’t get hurt. Right?

The next morning we all went to the mall. Here is Daffy and her Ass Hat. It’s okay, though. It’s PINK!


And this is Alicia, Travis's way too pretty for his ass, wife.


Then we went to the Arch.


Jeff of Badly Drawn Monsters showed up then. We lost Barb and Bambi because…well…Barb has three kids who need there momma and Bambi had a wedding to attend and DIDN’T EVEN OFFER TO INVITE US. Dudes, we would have turned that coupling into an EVENT.

Here is the gang - less Barb and Bambi.


Anytourist, we toured the museum and Daffy, Ed and I went to the top of the arch. Now that is something that will quiver your liver. I’m talking about exciting (yawn). Seriously, it is kinda cool.

Then we all sorta split up, with some going out to eat and the rest went down to The Landing in Old Town. That was soooo cool. I didn’t do any drinking because I was the designated driver, but it was still a blast to sit at the sidewalk table watching the drunks and the ladies with 42 inch heals try to walk up the cobblestone street. Sorry! I was having so much fun entertaining myself that I didn't think of you peeps and didn't take any pictures.

The bummer was they roll up the sidewalks around 10 p.m. (the bars and clubs are open) and we were all getting pretty tired from all the elbow action of the last couple of days, so we went back to the hotel for an early night. I tried to go to the hotel bar, but they closed at ten, too. A BAR CLOSES AT 10 p. fucking m.? There’s no Irish folks working there, I tell ya.

Sunday, we couldn’t get it together enough to tour the Bud brewery as we planed, and the tours didn't start till 11:00 a.m. on Sundays, so everyone headed on home. Except Ed and me. I stayed till Monday, and Ed wasn’t in a hurry. So he hung around and baby sit the old man. We went out to Forrest Park and went through the museum. Yep! We are partiers alright.


Here’s Ed in front of the fountain wondering how he can dump the old man and get home.


Anytravel, Ed headed on home after that, and I went back to the hotel and read.

That’s about it. Drove home on Monday thinking I would be in storms and floods all the way. There were about 13 clouds in the sky and 70 degrees. Ran 80 all the way, but the Ohio and Tennessee Rivers were out of their banks.

That’s about it, peeps. You can wake up now and go on to someone else’s blog. Thanks for stopping by.
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