John Koop, aka Flo, the effervescent host of Flo's Cabaret at 1911 Main Street, wants to extend the bar's 1:30 a.m. license so he can stay open until 3 a.m.
Koop's crowds come from all over the Midwest to drink, dine and take in his outrageous drag show, he says, but once the performances end at midnight, folks leave Flo's for the 3 a.m. bars in the P&L District and midtown.
City employees at Regulated Industries told Koop that his 3 a.m. license application would be subject to a city ordinance passed last month. It requires bars and clubs to get the approval of churches or schools within 100 to 300 feet before they can upgrade their liquor license.
Fine, Koop figured. There aren't any churches in the Crossroads, right?
You see where this is going ...
Crap Archivist Alan Scherstuhl asked earlier today if 1983's Am I Normal? is crap. Scherstuhl was perplexed because Am I Normal? appears to be "well-intentioned" but often comes with bizarre explanations for puberty.
One of the city's best bloggers, JJS in KCK, came through with a concise answer.
"Not crap" for its reassuring tone and honest (if amateur) explanations. "Crap" for its insistence on talking to one's peers as if puberty were as casual a topic as the shop teacher's nose hair."As always, the truth is somewhere in the middle.
Are your eyes red from the chlorine, or have you been crying?
This weekend will be the last for many area swimming pools, including The Jones, the rooftop oasis above Cosentino's grocery store at 13th and Main. It's been our everything: our escapist, beach-blanket fantasy; our bad tattoo gallery; our greasy taste of the Jersey Shore; our booze-fueled, skin cancer enabler.
You know what makes saying goodbye easier? Free shit!
As far as the sins of public relations go, is there any worse than misspelling the title of the play that you're being paid to plug?
"The Barn Players, Kansas City's award winning community theatre, will present a special six-performance engagement of the Off-Broadway stage hit "THE VIGINA MONOLOGUES," writes Pat "[sic]" Paton of Pat Paton Public Relations, located in Mission, Kansas.
In the press
release, sent out last Sunday, Paton goes on to misspell "vagina" three
more times. Oh, Pat. Oh.
Oh noes! All appearances indicated that while Scott Johnson was inside Nara on Friday night, reveling in the reverse happy hour, somebody took a brick to the windshield of his 2004 Mercedes-Benz Gelaendewagen!
What kind of bastard would do such a thing?
Lady, we have so been there.
A woman at the Dental School began yelling and screaming when she was told she could not have a cigarette.
At this very moment, on this day of all days -- the hallowed eve of St. Patty's! -- the Kansas Senate's Assessment and Taxation Committee is hearing testimony regarding S.B. 569. The bill would boost the sales tax on alcohol and malt liquor "for the purpose of raising revenue." If S.B. 569 is passed, the existing tax on beer, wine and spirits will double.
(Due to terrible math teachers from grade school, we'd previously posted that the tax would increase 50 percent. Error = regretted!)
We called several KCK bars, including Breit's Stein & Deli, to gauge their level of outrage. The woman who answered the phone at Breit's told us, "We're getting ready for our huge St. Patrick's Day party tomorrow, and everyone's upside down right now. Could you call back, maybe Friday?"
Is this the plan? Ram a liquor tax hike through on the very day that most bar owners are too busy to protest? Sneaky, Kansas. Very sneaky.
Sen. Les Donovan (R-Wichita) chairs the committee considering the bill. Kansans who feel they already pay plenty for their buzz ought to call Donovan at 316-942-1271.
Glassroots, a relatively new business at 809 West 39th Street, sells glass smoking accessories. (Which, by the way, seems like a vast improvement; the store formerly occupying that space sold candles, incense and the kind of kick-knacks you'd expect to see buried under four feet of dead cats on Hoarders.)
Glassroots also sells K2, the fake-weed blend that Pitch staff writer Peter Rugg wrote about a few weeks back.
But the sign is so subtle, you guys. Don't bogart the stash.
A year ago, a friend of mine underwent an intervention for his alcohol and drug addiction. His family sent him to the Pine Grove Rehabilitation Center in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, for 90 days of treatment.
The other day, this same friend got a call from a fellow Kansas Citian who also spent time at Pine Grove. "Dude -- Tiger Woods is at our rehab!" the guy told him.
According to some news outlets, the besmirched golfer checked into Pine Grove for rehab after a series of his alleged adulterous indiscretions came to light. My friend told me what it's like there, under the condition that I not reveal his name.
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