Reunion 3: The Cashew

The Cashew is a four-story bar in downtown Kansas City. It didn’t exist when we were in high school. Everyone attending had paid $70 ($60 in advance) for an open bar and “heavy appetizers.” At 11:30, the staff told us that we could either pay another $2,500, or our open bar was closing. Lame.

Too bad I don’t have a camera that zooms, but this is the Kansas City skyline. It’s not Manhattan. But then, I don’t always want to be in Manhattan, and neither should you.

This was in the bar. I thought it was funny. Attach your own symbolism.

I was one of a very small group of people at the reunion who was both never-married and childless. Just starting out my story by saying that I was single and living in Brooklyn was enough to satisfy most people that I am living an exciting life out on the perimeter of reality.

Some people took a limo to the after-party at another bar. They had the right idea.