K-E-G

Say what you will about the anachronistic concept of the beauty pageant. After going to the Ms. K.E.G. competition last week at Johnny's Tavern in Shawnee, we had our own epiphany: Theoretically, it is a good place to meet guys. Uh, that is, assuming you're into guys who are into ogling women in bikinis.

The Kansas City Entertainment Group is a year-old business that plans events at local bars. Its acronym is K.E.G., by the way, instead of the less boozy K.C.E.G. It recently held its very first beauty competition to crown a "cover" model for its Web site, which is set to debut in January. Intrigued by the sociological ramifications (read: potential cheesiness) of such an event, we headed to Johnny's with Research Assistant Erik for a tit-tastic Tuesday night.

Located near a Hobby Lobby in one of the ubiquitous strip malls that dot Shawnee Mission Parkway like chickenpox, Johnny's is your typical sports bar. We like it, though; the place is spacious, and the unpretentious crowd gives it a neighborhood saloon feel. Neon beer signs dot the walls, sports signage abounds, and TVs and pool tables fill up the rest of the space. The décor is very woodlike — and we're not just talking about the fratish sausagefest that came out for the pageant.

We enjoyed the Tuesday night drink specials: $2 Corona bottles and $5 domestic pitchers. After ordering our drinks, we spotted some contestants waiting back by the bathrooms. We made our way over and met 24-year-old Akeisha, a beautiful African-American woman dressed in a blue, low-cut, scoop-neck top that revealed JoCo-sized cleavage. With her were 21-year-old brunette Heather and a pair of blondes, 21-year-old Kaley and 22-year-old Carlie. All were gorgeous in that overly lip-glossed sorority-girl way. They said they were making themselves objects in the hope of winning a two-night trip to Vegas and "to have a little fun."

Akeisha, who seemed very earnest, confided that her game plan was to "just go up there and be myself." She said, "If being myself doesn't win, then oh well." She told us that she does some modeling, works full time at Wells Fargo and is studying for a master's degree at Rockhurst University. "So I've got a life outside something like this," she said. "This isn't plan A."

Well, insert tab A into B-list event. According to K.E.G. owner Jeremy Bonewitz, the contestants would be judged in three categories: clubwear, swimwear and a Q&A session. Crowd response would help pick the winner. As Van Halen's "Panama" blasted from the speakers, the four women sashayed onto a raised platform by the front door and just kind of stood there, preening and wiggling a little bit. We put our money on Carlie, who wore a sleeveless black number that attached in front by one strategically placed button at her boobs. A deep V-neck showed off the tops of her breasts, and an inverted V revealed her stomach. The garment was truly a feat of engineering that the ancient Romans would envy.

The crowd perked up more when the ladies re-emerged in bikinis. "They're all winners!" a guy cried out. The contestants walked back to the stage, then stood around and jiggled. Then Kaley and Heather started grinding on each other, and the guys went nuts. Catcalls and shouts of "Wooo!" punctuated the air.

The Q&A session came next. Because the microphone wasn't working, MC Jeremy had to conduct the interviews from behind the bar, where he had commandeered a microphone usually used by the kitchen. He started with a softball question: "Why would you make the best Ms. K.E.G. in 2006?"

The common theme was basically "I like to party!" But because of the microphone problems — i.e., the fact that the women didn't have one — we couldn't hear Carlie's answer. She did, however, turn around and shake her turquoise-bikini-clad ass. That also was how she responded to the next question: "What is your best feature?"

Then, the MC asked a Night Ranger-esque inquiry: "Where's the strangest place you've made out with a guy?"

"In grandma's bed," Heather answered. Ewwww.

Kaley said, "In a see-through elevator."

"Were you going down?" quipped RA Erik.

After the Q&A, the judges gauged the crowd response to each contestant. Carlie seemed to rank high on the applause-o-meter, and in an utterly anti-climactic fashion, she was declared the winner. Thus endeth the powder-K.E.G. contest, which wasn't the sleazefest that we had hoped it would be. To compensate we walked around the thinning crowd and asked our own contest-worthy questions.