Sicky Sicky Day

That is one tractor. The wheels are bigger than me!

So today I was sicky. I took two swigs of Vicks and piggidy passed out all day.

Apparently there's a bug going around the office. Since we spend 99.9% of our time here...

It's simple math, folks.

Neeeeat.

But I passed out all day and woke up in time to see Ruben Sierra tie the Yankee game against the Twins, watched them win, and then had dinner.

So then I was feeling better. So we went to another part of downtown, which was fun. We went to a nice dinner and decided to try out a club in Des Moines.

So we went to Club 55. I know, I know. I had no idea what we would be dealing with.

So we got there, drinks were cheap, no cover. We sat and found out that two members of the cast of Road Rules were there. Apparently, they were going to all area bars for fifteen minutes. It was interesting. But Jess has a better story about it since she actually talked to them. Long story short, they have our stickers and they're voting for Kerry.

Whoo hoo.

Then it was two birthday girls and their posses coming in, one called "Birthday Tiara" and the other "Birthday Hat." Definitely an interesting situation as one had an extremely short skirt and the other had an extremely low cut top. And they didn't really wear them well, but that's another story.

So we eventually got bored and decided to explore their "two clubs, one cover" option and headed outside to go to Papa's Planet. We then found out that the room attached to Club 55 that had a pool table and an unmanned bar was actually Papa's Planet.

Um, okay.

So we ended the evening, the rest of the crew opting to go to Blues on Grand, and me back to the hotel to sleep when I noticed I had left my cellphone at the club. So we all headed back right before it closed (long story) and the drunk bartender was very nice (and very touchy) and asked if I was going to Club AM. Apparently, after 2, they can't sell alcohol anymore. So when Club 55 and/or Papa's Planet closes at 2am, you buy your drink at Club 55 (or Papa's Planet, whatever) and bring it to Club AM down the street.

Ghiz-et-to.

Needless to say, we went back to the hotel and crashed.

And that is Des Moines nightlife, folks.