18 | March | 2011 | A Broad At Home

For St Patrick’s day a few friends and I ventured to the Power & Light district in downtown Kansas City. To be honest, this is one of my least favorite places to go. It’s usually sweaty, smelly, expensive, and generally uncomfortable. Last night was no exception. In fact, it was like a helping and a half of the insanity because of the holiday. I thought I would be able to escape the Ed Hardy, pungent colognes, and Affliction t-shirts (you know, the ones with Gothic script, inane phrases and wings?) with everyone dressed in green, but no. Not the case at all.

Upon walking in to the madness my pals and I quickly realized we were waaaaay behind everyone else. Not having binge drank all day we had quite a bit of catching up to do. After getting beers in the main pavilion we headed back to one of the bars in order to escape the madness. On our way back a gentleman told me I was gorgeous and then promptly face planted (I’d like to say it was because of my overwhelming beauty but I’m going to assume it was alcohol-induced). Another good sir tried to get me to dance and insisted he wasn’t trying to be forward, “get with me,” or make me feel uncomfortable. One man told me I looked just like his girlfriend, which I can’t decide whether or not that was supposed to be a pick-up line. All this within 7 minutes!

But the fun hadn’t even started yet. The whole reason for our visit to the P&L was centered around one man: Pauly D from the dynamite show “Jersey Shore.” I’m not even kidding. Though, I wish I was. Pauly D donned his headphones, grabbed his red, white, and green sparkled laptop (again, not a joke) and hit the stage for a DJ experience like you’ve never seen. People were going insane. Obviously, the best part about the P&L is the people watching (besides the hot dogs at the end of the night, which really, is the only reason I go: street meat!) and the fine folks did not disappoint. I wish I would have snapped some more photos but I couldn’t get a good enough angle to really capture the intensity of what happened. Let’s just say scenes like last night are why God invented the fetal position.