  Well, yesterday afternoon, I thought to myself it’s my Friday night of true “personal unstressed freedom”, therefore I should venture out into the mysterious world of the “Urban Kansas City”, and explore the world. Hey, I have been watching “Sex and the City” for months, now it is my turn to see for myself the realities. Of course I was taking one of my employees and his wife to dinner first, but that just an innocent looking “dodge”, my true adventure was a quest to witness the bar scene antics of “Sex and the City - "Kansas City style"!!
After my employee and his wife said their thank yous and good-byes, I sat down at the stressfully populated (the crowd looked like a 250lb woman in a size 6 polyester pants suit from the 1960s) main bar of the Capital Grille on the KC Plaza to start my “visual exploration”! The following are the items I found “interesting & laughable”: 1) Why does a 65+ year old “lady” dye her hair bleach blonde, cruise the bar with a totally fake Julia Roberts grin, with plastered Tammy Baker eye liner, looking like the Saturday night “blue light” special from Billy Bob’s Retirement Village & Escort Service. This was not appetizing for the rest of the patrons who were waiting for a table to dine in the restaurant! 2) Why do bald, or almost bald men, in the 55 to 65 year old category insist on combing over the three hairs left on their head so it appears like they have more and better hair than Brad Pitt.
You know, those 3 hairs with all that lacquered hair spray are more nervously starched on the top of these men’s heads than George W. Bush as the guest speaker at a Sierra Club dinner. I say please guys, take a hint from Bruce Willis and Andre Agassi, just cut it short and BE YOURSELF.
You are bald…. Get over it! 3) Of course I still can’t figure out these wealthy 55 year old male divorcees with their bold Tommy Bahama shirts (of course I love the less bold Tommy Bahama clothing) unbuttoned to their beer bellies with more gold chains than Mr. T from “Rocky II”. I thought this went out in the 70s, or maybe they are just now catching up to the 70s. Guys it is 2002 already….
Grow up your not 25 any more! It is always interesting to witness the mating dance of the high end restaurant martini bar, all the men are so bold flashing themselves to the audience like Jesse Jackson looking for a TV camera, actually any camera within 100 miles will do for Jesse. And, of course the women with their cool, collected demeanors like they have no interest in anything, except maybe something attached to a Mercedes SE series or better preferred, an Armani suit (not off the rack), and a Rolex will do! And these women think that with their bodies by Dow Corning that they deserve this attachment to the Mercedes….
Of course if they spent $10,000 on boob size and cleavage the guy should “appreciate her”! This was too much for me, I chuckled as I walked out the door and to the valet to retrieve my company provided Chevy Malibu. Dressed in my subtle but smart Tommy Bahama shirt (buttoned all the way up) and off the rack jacket and slacks. Then go home to watch the New York version of this situation on HBO, because I can be anything I want to be in my own home, in front of my own TV …. Thank you very much! 
