
08/20/2024
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and Mai(ght) Dais. Sippinâ with the Autumn Seiter and missinâ our Misery Tiki, Kansas City community of creeps.
Someday soon weâll again be in the company of those beautiful living corpses. We may not be able to do that damn tiki at TikiCat anymore, but we long to be gettinâ awkward with Diana Condori at one of her endlessly inspiring Condorâs Cove pop-ups, wearinâ snake chains and screaminâ at Trent and Adam at Tiki Huna and to finally creep it up, filled with so much damn pride and love, at Roxie Bishop Stiglitzâs new bar Blue Palm Tiki.
The days are flying by and sometimes it feels like yesterday is untouchably far off. We miss you all more than youâll ever know. But friendships like these make sailinâ these oceans of time easier. And weâll forever make the journey to be back in your arms. Until thenâŚkeep killinâ it! Weâre cheering you on from a distance, but cheering you nonetheless.
Mabuhay!
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