6:30 AM came as quickly as I thought it would. The city museum was the first thing on our list to see and we were headed straight there. After checking the weather, we realized we might be driving through some nasty storms. We're glad we took our chances and left when we did because the weather wasn't actually that bad. It god a little hectic when we crossed into Missouri. The rain and wind picked up and somehow BHW's windshield wiper flew off and was hanging by his side view mirror! Oh the stories we come home with after a trip. With skill and precision, while lacking a driver's side wiper in the pouring rain, he managed to get us to the museum in one piece. Fingers crossed it doesn't rain anymore!
We parked in one of the sketchiest parking lots I've come across to this day and made our way into an equally sketchy building dubbed 'the city museum'. There weren't any signs and the place hardly looked functional, let alone kid-friendly. According to many of my friends, this place was supposed to be 'the best place in the world'. Going on their word alone, we headed in. Alright guys, you were right, the St. Louis city museum is the best place in the world, at least museum-wise. Not sure how to describe the place except for 'a jungle gym on steriods and acid. Slides and underground tunnels were no unusual sight in this place. I don't see how people didn't get lose and die or something! We first walked in and were greeted by a Willy Wonka-esque man who told us, 'we don't offer maps, but have fun exploring!' I think BHW and I were the only people over 10 years old running around like maniacs, the other adults looked like they were about to pull their hair out searching for 1 lost kid after another.
3 hours later we decided it was time to 'hit the old dusty trail' again (I know you'll get a kick out of that phrase MCE). Our next destination was Memphis Tennessee for dinner at the Rendezvous, a BBQ joint we were told to visit by our Little Rock host and family friend, LS. Apparently this place has been on the Food Network a time or two, and on a Friday night we were skeptical about finding a seat. It all went down a little something like this:
Did I just eat at the McDonald's of BBQ joints? By far the quickest sevice I've ever recieved in my entire life. The only thing the place was lacking was someone to personally feed me, and I'm sure if I asked, someone would have. Take note: aside from fabulous ribs, the baked beans were literally to die for. Satisfied after a tasty meal, BHW and I went for a stroll down Beale Street. Blues and bars were all we could hear and see down the strip. Since it was only 7PM it wasn't too hoppin' yet but I don't have a doubt it got crazy after we left.
900 miles later and we crossed 5 state lines in 1 day. We're finally at a family friend's house in Little Rock Arkansas (pronounced AR-CAN-SAW not AR-KANSAS). LS told us before we arrived that she has a roommate named 'Crazy'. I have to admit, I was a little nervous pulling into her driveway. Who was this 'Crazy' person and how did he/she get their name? Thankfully Crazy ended up being one of the coolest/nicest people I've ever met! Crazy and LS's husband, SS, went out and fixed up BHW's windshield as soon as we got in town! What a couple of handy men! Thanks guys! They've got the whole day planned out for us tomorrow. Here's a little preview: horse races, hot springs, and more BBQ!