Quisine and Quirks

I noticed the locals had insanely thick country accents. If it were not for the hanging Missouri sign, I would have believed I was in Tennessee. They also had clothes to match their accents. I would definitely debate that in this case, the clothes were an accessory, not the accent.

As I ate my dinner, I found myself drinking beer and watching Nascar on the tv. I froze for a second when I realized this. Had I been living here so long that I have become a local? Drinking beer and Nascar?

Then I shifted in my seat and felt my stilettos bumping the bar stool. Nope, still had some city in me. Thank goodness for stilettos. I tabbed out, and I left Show Me’s thinking wow…what a great hole in the wall to pull writing inspiration from.

Even though I may not have become comfortable with any of the locals, I did leave thinking: There is nothing wrong with beer and Nascar in stilettos.

Tonight I thought I would take my first big leap into doing the hardest solo thing ever: going to a bar alone….I can do just about anything alone (incl. eating Valentines dinner at a restaurant full of couples alone- which I did one year), but going to a bar or club alone just seems extremely uncomfortable. I would rather go with a semi acquaintance then go by myself. Who knows what can happen to a girl if she goes alone?

I definitely miss the weekly Saturday night ritual I had in Dallas…

7 pm get dolled up

8 pm (usually 8:30 for me since I am a fashionably late person) dinner/ drinks/tapas

10 pm bar or club for the rest of the night…

I got a couple texts from people today that had not realized I officially moved here. They included invitations for all of the above. *sigh* I wrote back: “sorry I live in MO now”

So now, here it is….a couple hours later from my attempted leap, and I have just chickened out.