So this week I traveled to Lexington, KY for work, and it was seriously just weird. I flew in Monday night, and called an uber to take me to my hotel. I got in this dude’s car, and right off the bat he starts telling me how just about an hour earlier, he was driving around and got stuck behind this car that was stopped in the middle of the road for some reason. When the car didn’t move, he got out to check on the driver, and turns out the guy behind the wheel was PASSED OUT on HEROIN. WHAT THE F***. And he had his kid in the car, who was trying to wake him up. So the uber driver apparently grabbed the keys out of the ignition and called the cops, refusing the to give the guy his keys back when he eventually woke up. And then my driver says “So be careful, cause those guys are walking around out there”. Awesome. Welcome to Lexington.
So then I went to check in to my room, and they had me on the first floor. After hearing about crazy heroin addicts walking “around out there”, I didn’t feel comfortable staying on the ground floor, so I politely asked to be moved to the 2nd floor. And the guy behind the counter looked at me like I had just made the most ridiculous request he had ever heard of, so he proceeded to huff and sigh a lot while he transferred me to a higher floor. The room was very southern and pretty nice, but the interior was painted dark grey, so it just felt like I was staying inside a cave. Like who paints the walls of a little room dark grey?
Also, everyone in Kentucky is polite as hell. Like at first it’s really almost flattering being addressed at “ma’am” and having doors opened for me, but after a while it’s kind of exhausting. Like, you’ve already called me ma’am 163 times, can we stop addressing me like that? It’s starting to make me feel like I’m 45 years old. And I don’t feel like anyone just wants to be that polite, it almost starts to feel forced or like they think someone’s going to scold them if their manners aren’t perfect. BUT THEN…
The next day, my boss was driving us to dinner, and our GPS was acting like a dumbass and trying to tell us to turn left on a “street” that was actually a parking ramp, when he accidently started to cut someone off in the next lane, and FREAKED OUT about it. When I asked why he was over-reacting, he informed me that apparently everyone in Lexington carries a gun, and will shoot you for doing something like that. SWEET. I thought he was being dramatic, but then we tried to turn into a parking lot, and had to stop to wait for a bike to pass, and she flipped us off for being within like 15 feet of her. At dinner, one of our guests proceeded to tell me stories about his colleague having his car shot multiple times, and some guy in a truck with road rage chasing him down the street. So apparently everyone in Kentucky is super polite to your face, but they’re secretly enraged lunatics on the inside, who are just waiting to pop off over something totally stupid and shoot you. I can’t say I recommend visiting. And I was pretty happy when I finished my work in a day and was able to fly home a day early. See ya, Lexington, ya big crazy.
Anyway, after being at my cabin all last weekend and then in Kentucky (home of deep-fried, sugar-filled everything), I was really happy to get back in to my routine yesterday and make some meals I knew would make me feel good. And that included some of this “peanut butter” banana chia pudding, which I’ve made before but totally spaced on sharing the recipe. So here ya go! It’s the best. Enjoy.