Can’t let the cat out of the bag just yet, but trust me: Kansas City Nightlife may never be the same. Think of it as the rise in the fall. You can’t eat it; you can’t drink it; you can’t wear it – but it encompasses all the above.
You know I’d love to spill it right here, right now, but I can’t. Something about a horse’s head in my bed.
So I won’t.
But stay tuned, it will happen…