We got the cup.

I woke up this morning and something was missing. It was my voice.

Last night was the Open Cup Championship at LIVESTRONG Park, and our beloved Sporting KC was fighting the previous champion (Seattle Sounders) for that beautiful, over-sized goblet.

AND WE WON.

It was amaze-za-zing. When we got to the stadium, it started raining. And then it started pouring. The literal downpour turned into hail. And then it stopped, and there was a double rainbow. And this all happened BEFORE the game.

I could tell you so much about the game itself, but I think you'll get sick of it before I'm finished. But the game was cray-cray, people, involving 95 minutes of regular game time, two overtimes and ending in a shoot-out. Bless our loved Jimmy Nielsen. That's all I can say.

Post downpour and soaked.

Some friends we went with, during the 30 seconds we sat down. 

DOUBLE RAINBOW! (in formation)

That's Jimmy, warming up. Don't hate me for my point and shoot's crappy quality.

Serious celebration. Shirts were taken off. Not mine, though.

You can kind of see the cup. 

...In case it wasn't clear, I lost my voice (E did, too) from cheering loud. The entire game. And after.

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We're not art people.

Our first First Friday.

We’ve tried really hard to be. Not like, let-me-give-you-a-not-so-brief-history-of- Michelangelo people, but general appreciators. And I think we’re kind of failing.

On Friday, we checked out this great Kansas City thing called “First Friday” – it happens on the first Friday of every month. It’s basically a ton of art galleries opening their doors (some with free wine!) to the general public, and lots people walk through the galleries and socialize in KC’s Crossroads district.

Here's my evaluation. Walking around KC on a gorgeous evening, in my favorite maxi dress, holding hands with my husband? Awesome. Trying to understand and love super abstract art in cool, hipster galleries? More difficult than I thought.

I don’t know why I try force this insane love for art on myself. My taste for art is pretty much limited to home decor, and I'm having a tough time expanding my horizons. I know art is great because not everyone has to have the same interpretation, but when I think back to Friday’s experience, I don’t remember interpreting anything. I remember a super anti-Christian exhibit, and then it all blurs together.

Today’s conclusion:  art’s not really our thing, so we’ll treat it more like a coworker – if we understand what it’s saying, we’ll engage. Otherwise, we’ll just smile politely…and try to avoid awkward eye contact. 

Throw it on the barbee.

I love living in Kansas City for multiple reasons, but what may top my list is that it's known for it's barbecue. Yum-oh.

After spending way too much time watching Downton Abbey, E suggested we go to a local barbecue hot spot for dinner. Friends, meet Oklahoma Joe's.

This place is pretty popular; we stood in line for 20 minutes, which was better than the last time we were there. I assure you, the wait is worth it. So.delicious.

BBQ beef brisket, in my belly. Please take note of my ketchup smiley
face; I made it for you.

Excuse my husband - he was in a food coma.

Come visit, and maybe we can arrange a trip to Joe's. You'll have to twist my arm, though.