Starbuck in the Fountain City

Starbuck was here this weekend. We did stuff. It was fun, but not as fun as it should have been; Dean and the lady were supposed to go high rolling with us, but she had family in town. Once again, our team efforts were thwarted.

Anyway, we watched Dead Man’s Chest and Advent Children, went exploring, went to several coffee shops, picnicked at the park, started a homeless rickshaw business, went high rolling at the plaza, took some great pictures, and ate some good food. Overall, Starbuck did a good job of contributing to May sweeps.

Saturday, in particular, was impressively compact. Most of the things I listed were done on Saturday. We went to the Overland Park Arboretum, but we were only able to explore about one third of the total area. We fought a Malboro and came out with only a few status ailments. At one point, she drank an Ent draught and grew taller than me. A tree actually swallowed us both at one point, but we managed to get out. Starbuck lost both her big toes from the ordeal, and I have a nifty vertical eye scar to show for my troubles. By the end of the night, we found ourselves in a showdown on the rooftop of one of the plaza parking garages with a bicycle cop. I jammed a shank into his spokes and he went flying over the ledge. Then Starbuck chased me up the construction cranes, where we had a spectacular final duel.

If only the whole summer could be as misadventurous as this… um, well, some of that might be slightly exaggerated. I guess you had to be there. Starbuck carpe-ed the crap out of that diem.