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Kansas City, Here I Come

May 06, 2011

UP EARLY, TOO EARLY: Didn’t even go to sleep last night, all fired up on Kansas City. Sat there working, readying materials for the big night. Caught a quick flight over to Salt Lake City, where one perfectly-placed “Woo-Hoo” out of some overzealous broad with “Kirk Hammett Hair” getting out of our seats, right in my ear, just ruined the whole layover for me. Sad DDC. I’m just not down with people who say, “Woo-Hoo.” Very high on our list of “Things We Hate.”

But I got over it, like I always do. I mean, hell, ever since Osama got picked off, I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. You know, more “caring and sharing.” The bad man’s gone, and the world’s�€”we’re hoping, at least�€”a better place. Brighter. More colors. Bigger tubes of toothpaste in the carry-on.

Anyhoo, we made it to Kansas in one piece and in precisely 14 minute, we’re getting picked up from our big hotel downtown and whisked over to the joint, where we are giving presentations to the a packed house of Kansas City’s creative community’s finest. We’re on the clock, and we’re bringing a whole lot of Northwest back to the Midwest. Our “A” game. Seriously.

Okay, gotta put my pants on, and optimize my PDF for the gig. Multimedia, motherfuckers!

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