|Some fine looking dudes.|
|A sibling photo...please appreciate the beautiful air mattress backdrop.|
|Mad dance skillz.|
If there's one night per year when you can anticipate needing a cab,
New Year's Eve is that night.
Especially when you've paid 80 bucks per person for all you can eat, all you can drink
tickets for said evening. We spent NYE in Kansas City with friends and,
like the responsible adults that we are, we called and reserved a taxi van ahead of time.
Cheap + enough seats to fit our whole group + a set time to be picked up = perfection, right?
In theory. But let's fast forward the night, shall we? We shall.
We drove downtown, parked in an overnight garage, went to the bars.
There was a bit of eating, a bit of drinking, a bit of absolutely freezing our butts off.
And then it was 1am, thirty minutes before our taxi was set to arrive.
We called them up then went to wait near the door the driver to arrive.
And we waited. Annnnd we waited.
And then it was 1:30. And 1:45.
And dumb people kept opening the freaking doors, letting in ice cold Missouri winter air,
which is definitely not comfortable when you happen to be wearing the warmth equivalent
of a bikini (not smart, Andrea, not smart).
We kept calling the cab company. First they told us, "15 minutes, 15 minutes".
Then we got busy signals or they stopped answering.
Annnnnd we waited some more.
2 o'clock. Then 2:30...ONE HOUR after the time we'd RESERVED.
I am not a patient woman. I am significantly less patient when I have frost bite.
We only brought enough cash to cover the discounted price of the taxi van,
not enough to cover multiple taxis to fit us all.
(Side note: While we were waiting, a few of the guys stepped outside the bar
so they could hear when they tried to call the cab company. From inside,
we saw some crazy ladies who appeared to be fighting. Two seconds later,
the guys hurry back into the bar along with a few more stragglers wondering around the sidewalk outside, and the bouncer closed the doors while a police officer approached.
Apparently, someone was packing heat. Scary.)
By 2:45, I was prepared to punch the taxi van driver upon his arrival
(which wouldn't have been helpful, as he probably would have refused to drive
us after that...but freezing brains are stupid brains).
The cab company never showed.
But don't worry, we did eventually make it home safely,
though I'm 99% sure I'm still suffering the lingering effects of hypothermia
from waiting so stinking long.
Moral of the story? Don't hire Nick & Nino's in Kansas City. You've been warned, my friends.