As we left Colorado exhausted from a long day of drinking, painting and JK Steelz, we found a spot in Kansas to rest our weary heads.
By this part of the trip all of our exciting destinations have been full filled and all we really wanted to do was get back to CT. So after getting a good nights sleep we all got up at about 8a.m., showered, packed up our shit and was ready to roll, waiting by our vehicle by about 9a.m., and there’s one dude missing. So after a couple bottles of water, a handful of cigarettes and some violent texts, JK Steelz finally makes his way out to the car by, oh…about…11a.m.
So as 2pm rolled around we all decided that it was time to stop and grab a bite to eat. So we pulled off the highway and came upon this little spot called Flying J’s. It connected to a gas station and looked pretty iffy, but we were hungry, so eff it, let’s get it in like some good ole’ truck drivers.
Then Cassarra walked into our lives…….
She was our waitress through this food experience and thank god for that because this place was already skating on thin ice with us and the other employees where looking pretty crazy….luckily we couldn’t see the cook. So after clowning the establishment for a little while to her we got to tell all about the little adventure that we were on. And as she got to get more comfortable with us she started to open up and began telling us things about her, like her age, that she’s never heard of the beverage called Ginger Ale, she’s never been out of Kansas, she’s never been to a concert and a couple of other things that fascinated us. I mean, for a minute there we thought that she might be being held hostage, cut off from the world and that we should probably try to save her. And as we all chuckled that assumption off, Steelz, with all seriousness says…”Yo, we should, you wanna?” Then there was about 30 seconds of the most awkward silence that I’ve ever encountered between 4 men. Yup, that’s right, our boy JK Steelz started catching feelings for Cassarra from Kansas….what a mush.
So about 15 minutes later we received our food and I gotta tell ya, it really wasn’t bad at all. And as we sat there and chatted it up for a while, our newly found friend Cassarra kept stopping by to check on us and chat it up as well. Steelz started to think that her often presence to our table might be because she liked him, we had to inform him that as our waitress that was her job…and it looked like we were her only table so what the hell else was she gonna do.
As we said our goodbye’s to Cassarra and headed back on to the open road we could see that Steelz just wasn’t all there. He was acting like an 8th grader in love and he needed a cure. So as the Co-Captain for this particular drive I did the only thing that Co-Captain should do for his Captain in this kind of situation…I started to You Tube all your classic love ballads from the 80’s, mostly Journey, and turned the volume up to an obnoxious level…which I don’t think helped Steelz’s situation at all. So we gave in and decided to make a pit stop in Cassarra’s hometown of Enterprise Kansas to reminisce of her one last time for JK Steelz.
After consoling Steelz with his school boy crush for a little while we headed out for the open road again. We drove for about 6 more hours until we hit the Veterans Memorial Parkway in Missouri to possibly find some dinner. And to me, a good dinner always mends a broken heart.
After dinner we drove for a couple more hours and then found a spot to sleep because the next stop is CT…and boy we couldn’t wait to get home.
