Kansas City, Or I can finally make a “We’re not in kansas anymore” joke.
After dropping Jen off at the Kansas City, Kansas airport for her mom’s wedding reception, Jason and I drove to Kansas City, Missouri and happened into the new public library. We spent a few hours working (read: youtubing) and editing some video content for the site. <This will be up hopefully soon, thanks to iMovie. >
After visiting downtown, we drove to Mama and Papa Mukharji’s home, parents of Auyon ‘07 and Aroop ‘09. Though Auyon and Aroop were visiting their grandparents in India, the Mukharji’s generously opened up their home and kept us well fed with good Indian snacks and conversation.
That night Whitney Gee ‘03 hosted the Williams event at the home of Ron Bodinson ‘67. There were three different restaurants that provided all kinds of barbecue, coleslaw, and something deliciously bad (and ridiculously tasty) called cheesy corn. (The midwest, I’m discovering, is not the best place to be a vegetarian. Jason, however, was in heaven. )
Ron’s house was a spacious cabin on the outskirts of Kansas City. The driveway decoration was was the first thing that we met (compliments of the girls next door).
A little Williams love in chalk form
Ron took us up to the furnished roof of his barn, and asked us how far away Williams was from the house. We were boggled, and he told us to “look around.”
Williams College: only 1319 miles away...
The group was small but energetic, and we all posed by a Williams print straight off Ron’s wall that everyone signed as a gift to the expedition. (It’s currently buckled into the backseat of our van, safe and sound!) There was an adorable set of twins, children of John Pultz ‘81 and his wife, Susan (nee Earle) ‘80, who rocked the Williams Expedition hats we gave them.
Posing around Ron's gift to the Expedition, signed by everyone!
Playing around with some Williams schwag
The next day Mama Mukharji made us an unbelievable Indian breakfast, with poori and chickpeas and all types of deliciousness. We were comfortably stuffed and satisfied by the time we left to go meet the Gees at the Nelson-Atkins Art Museum. (Now I know how my friends feel when my mom, Deb, cooks for them and insists that they can eat more. It was wonderful. A side note: I told the Mukharji’s I was moving in to their home after the trip ended. Aroop- you’ve always want another sibling, right?)
J and I drove to St. Louis, Missouri for low-key day of misreading our GPS system, Magellan and getting lost on Missouri free-ways. On good days we love our GPS and affectionately call her Fergie. But there are times when Fergie decides u-turns are a terrific idea and will inform us of turns that we should take after we have already passed them. Then we simply call her “the GPS”.
When we FINALLY got to St. Louis Jason and I spent our off-night cheering on the St. Louis Cardinals in prime nosebleed seats at the Busch Stadium. We stood out in the crowd as the only people wearing purple in a crowd of red-clad Cardinals fans. All advertising is good advertising, right Brooks?
*emily
