Woke up on day three feeling dehydrated and sore throaty. As I mentioned previously, I am not used to being in smokey bars and the second hand chain smoking made my hangover nasty. We layed in our separate queen sized double beds for a good while recalling the events of the previous night and decided before too long that we shouldn't waste our day just sitting there, so we got dressed and headed out hoping once again to find some sort of excitement in the "thriving" city.
First order of business was breakfast. We had Noodles and Co. It was good, although I once again mentioned to Tiffany how spicy my food was. After that we made our way to the Metro Link to head downtown. Now let me tell you about this experience. We walk down these stairs to get to where you buy the tickets. Debated on what fare to buy and decided on the round trip tickets. $4.50 and we waited for the train. By train, I mean two buses on a cable. We nick named this the trus. The Train Bus. It was sad. Very very sad. We take the trus to down town and got off right by the Busch Stadium. The first thing that struck us was that there was no one around. Not even local color such as a bum or a crack head. Nobody. We head over to the courthouse which proved to be very interesting. There is not meant to be sarcasm there, it really was one of the hightlights of the trip. You forget how awful somethings in history were until you see it. I love stuff like that. History is sexy. (wait, that's weird.)
We knew that if we came home from St. Louis the first question after "Why St. Louis?" would be, "Did you go in the arch?" so we headed over there. Wow. What a thrill. We decided not to go up in it (hahhaha go up in it) because for one thing the line was like 2 hours long and another thing, it would involve heights and elevators. Why not just kill me. My two biggest fears. So we took photos and started walking to get some grub.
We find this supermarket. It was like an oasis. We loaded up on healthy foods. ACTUAL food felt wonderful. I discovered that I love Naked Red Machine. We bought our groceries and found a place to sit and eat. It was quite lovely actually to be sitting outside in the sun. It was one of those quiet moments that you feel like God/whichever Deity you worship is with you. I love moments like that.
We look at the clock and realize that since we didn't have tickets to the benefit, we should head over to the venue to pick them up. So it was back to the trus and over to Chefietz Arena. Now this is when things get fun.
After another trus trip we arrive at the closest stop to the arena. Now when I say close, I mean 500 miles away. I have no problem walking. I do it all the time seeing that I live in a city with out a car. This, however seemed daunting. I won't bore you the details of the walk, but I will say this, I am now convinced that there is nobody that actually lives in that city. We didn't come across any people. Anywhere and 2 hours later we arrived at the arena, where there weren't any people either. We went in and bought our tickets, and asked the girl where we can catch a cab to go back to the hotel. She looked at us like we had just asked her the most confusing ridiculous question in the world. After that, we asked where there was a walgreens or target. Again with the look because we told her we wanted to walk. Apparently walking is a foreign concept, I suppose it would be seeing that there are no people in St. Louis.
What follows, is awful. The temperature dropped like 40 degrees and now we are walking down abandoned streets searching for a store to buy make up because we couldn't get back to the hotel. This lasted for about 2 miles until, like a beacon in the storm Tiffany spots a Wal-Greens. I have never been so happy to see anything in my life. We go in, buy some make up and head back.
Now tell me this, why is the walk back so much shorter? It seemed like the walk back took 5 minutes. We get to the show, and they went on first. Tiffany and I had a moment of sheer and utter elation seeing them perform in front of that many people in a place that big. And the quality of the show was superb. It was terrific. Even if Marty didn't take off his shirt, he did the crazy conductor thing. It was excellent. Good JOB!! (that was meant to be capitalized)
A Journey/Styx/Dierks Bentley concert later and the show was over. It was pretty cool to see the Styxx guy. Even if they didn't play Mr. Roboto. As we were leaving, we saw Cousin Bill packing stuff up and we went down to say hello, but he couldn't hear us, so we decided to bolt. We leave and circle the arena about 10 times looking for a cab. On one go round we saw Dierks Bentley walking out and to his van and you know what? He is ugly. Sad to say, but true.
We close out the night by having to call for a cab. It was quite the ordeal to try to tell the dispatcher where we were because we apparently had woken her up and she had never heard of the arena before. 30 minutes later, we are on the road back to the hotel. The night ended and we went to bed. The next morning we checked out and bid the city adieu. We got home at around 10 pm and I vowed that when I go on the road, I am never going to do any shows in St. Louis, at least none where I have to spend the night.
And now for the Marty Casey love for this blog. Awww...all is forgiven.
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