Early next morning, those couches were still free. But everyone was still asleep from a long night of partying. Mely and I wanted to do and see so much. We saw City Museum, which was a giant playground for all ages, built from scraps of old buildings and metals. The entire place had nooks for sneaking into, crevices that led to other entrances or exits. It looped and and intertwined within a structure of a whale. There were slides and windows and swirly stairs all tucked away in neat hiding spots. There were underground caves. A skateboard ramp. Ropes for swinging across half pipes. Old arcade games mish-moshed into a concession stand. Outside, there were old small airplane structures built between coiled metal for climbing through. I couldn’t help but think of that Always Sunny episode where Frank got stuck in a coil. It was the neatest “museum” ever. Totally hands on. And pretty cheap, from what I could remember.
Since Mely and I settled for a paid parking lot near City Museum, we figured we’d walk around town and get our money’s worth at the parking lot. So we walked to some nearby memorials which were definitely more like a museum. They accrued so much war materials from several different wars, all in sincere honor of our vets and troops. Then we headed for the Old Courthouse. Before the courthouse laid some green space, filled with plastic Easter eggs and a large fountain that poured water more like a waterfall, than a typical fountain. Some citizens dipped their feet in and walked along the steps of the fountain. Had I not been a tad too chilly, I would have done the same.
We grabbed Hardee’s which I had seen before, but suddenly now just realized was the same as Carl’s Jr. Literally just different names. Seeing that NJ has neither, it was a bizarre thing that didn’t make sense to me at all. But whatever, it was right there. Then we toured the Old Courthouse (fo’ free!) and took in the rosey colors and definitely old stylings that differed from Austin’s Capitol. And right behind the Old Courthouse, stands the only thing I knew Missouri for: the Gateway Arch. We learned that for a price, you can actually ride INSIDE the arch in a tram, but we had been on all kinds of heights, and saved our money.
The only thing left to do on our list for St. Louis was an OK Go concert that night, and potentially a free Budweiser tour, if we had time. Already exhausted through half of our day, we lingered on the idea of sleeping elsewhere for the night. I flashbacked to that Best Western we stayed at on our second night near the Four Corners and remembered just how good it felt physically, mentally, and emotionally to be so cozy. Mely proposed another airbnb and I only agreed as long as the price was good. And damn was the price good once again. This house wasn’t far from our current location and the concert. This house was really well kept and pretty new, with a few rooms. The hosts were very nice and accommodating and were so enthusiastic about our OK Go concert.
The concert:
Mely had heard me play and overplay OK Go throughout our roadtrip, especially since I didn’t have a lot else in my phone library other than them, Simon & Garfunkel, and Fall Out Boy. And I had only raved about how innovative OK Go was and neat to see live. I only hoped they would blow her mind just as much as they continue to do to mine.
The venue, The Pageant, threw me for a loop with its upcharge of $5 to any one below 21 years old. Poor Mely now had to physically pay for her age on top of our previous experiences of denying bars as options. Then after sifting through all of these Missouri and Iowa licenses, they came across mine while carding. Though I had only just turned 22 a month prior, this was the first time anyone questioned my license. And though I answered my address and birthday adequately, he still persisted on asking more questions. I was slightly offended.
But we got barricade yet again, over to the left this time, nearby the bassist, Tim. Though I wouldn’t have been unhappy with any location, Tim was a good spot because my turtle’s named after him (Nordwind; his last name). (Side bar-I’ve told him this in at a previous show and he definitely thought it was cool AND later commented “love.” on a picture of my turtle on Instagram). Anyway, with massive amounts of confetti, digital shows and clips, GoPro cameras on mics, and absolutely good tunes, I converted Mely over to the amazing performances of OK Go. They’d often break the set for a Q&A session with anyone with a raised hand in the audience. They were charismatic. And they performed. And they danced. They remained the coolest dudes in my mind. And I still see visuals from their show when I hear certain songs.
But alas the night ended. And we slept soundly in our comfortable and accommodating airbnb location.
With confetti in our sheets, purses, and hoodies slipping out, the next morning, I reminded myself how good St. Louis felt. How good OK Go is. How good life is. The roadtrip was nearing an end, but we weren’t done with St. Louis.
Our next stop was the Budweiser Factory tour, however it was closed. Our guesses was due to the Easter morning holiday. So we made our way for the free St. Louis Zoo. Though we saw a free zoo in Chicago, this was still a good experience. Getting to compare the two free zoos, getting to see animals once again, etc. (St. Louis Zoo was bigger and had more and better exotic animals). We toured the whole place which took a couple hours of our day and finally our Missouri experience was over; we had a full itinerary, and a larger experience. It was time to head on to the next state: Arkansas.