Friday, June 30, 2006

The Oh Not So Grosso

Meet Italy's Fabio Grosso:



I've suddenly decided I'm going to pull for the Italians in this year's World Cup...

Sunday, June 25, 2006

And the winner for "best use of urban adjective as name for energy drink" goes to...


I get crunk, oh yes I do.
I get crunk, how 'bout you?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

If you're not my friend yet, you will want to be now

My mom and step-dad got a new boat, so you will find me pontoonin' it up and down the dock all summer long.

My mom says, "hooray, a boat!" (Isn't she beautiful?)


Yo no soy marinero, soy capitán, soy capitán!


Look! A dog on a boat (I'm sure that's better than snakes on a plane).


These people weren't my friends until I invited them to go to the lake. Now we're super best friends forever. Just kidding. They knew to get on the April Gravy Train long ago. And you know what's cool? Being safe. Please wear your life jackets.


Me + tubing = sore neck the next day


My brother can flip.


You might not think so, but pirates are very much real, and apparently roaming around these parts. Keep your guard up. They are more dangerous than ninjas.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I'm practically getting famous by association

My friends' cat just soared to A-lister yesterday with her appearance on StuffOnMyCat.com.

Introducing Sir William Wallace Musty Butt:

http://www.stuffonmycat.com/index.php?itemid=1544&catid=2#c

Monday, June 19, 2006

R.I.P. good friend


















I received some most upsetting news this weekend. The Village Inn on Harvard and 24th is no longer serving my beloved jalapeno poppers. I remember the first time I strayed from my usual two egg breakfast order and got the poppers on a whim. How drastically that decision changed my late night eating excursions. These little guys were not only the most amazingly delicious food items to ever touch my tastebuds after midnight, but I am sure their greasy goodness prevented several mornings of horrendous hangovers. They are probably responsible for over half of my visits to VI since I tasted them. After being out for a night on the town, I could hear them beckoning my friends and me, and we would start planning our next VI adventure by shouting out, "poppers, poppers", to whoever was driving us until we were taken to answer their savory calls. (In extreme cases, we had to call Mel, the taxi driver, to take us.) Right now, you're probably saying, "so what, there are plenty of other places you can get jalapeno poppers." And you're right, except that no other place has come close to making jalapeno poppers half as tasty as the ones at that specific VI. I don't know what their secret was, but they perfected popper making. And I can't shake the feeling that my steady decline of going out combined with an even steadier decline of eating after going out may have contributed to their demise. The guilt is much heavier than the guilt I felt the next day after eating such an unhealthy food. Jalapeno poppers, you will be missed tremendously (well, by everything but my rump, hips, stomach, and thighs).

Friday, June 16, 2006

Welcome to Tulsa, where all the players play...easy firecracker!

Beaver tails, puma tails, and Andrew tales, oh my! He said it himself: "I'm a pimp and a player." So here is an ode to the mackiest of the mack daddies this side of the Arkansas River (also the funnest of the funs and coolest of the coolies). This man is so pimp that it's a crime. I'd try to warn you ladies off him, but there is no resisting his game. You might as well not waste time and give in.



I do, however, issue the following warning to Tulsa area drinking establishments, especially those with large patios. Though there has been no proven direct correlation, when this player is out playing, places have been known to start missing items such as very large table umbrellas.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

What happens in Vegas never happened

My Las Vegas trip, part two. A conversation:

Two girls standing in line to get a pastry across the way from the check-in/registration desk at Bally's.
A1: (Sees a sign that says, "Diamond Check-in") Hey look. They have a place where you can check in your diamonds.
A2: I'm pretty sure that is the check-in for diamond level customers.
A1: But there's a security guard in there.
A2: We're in a casino.
A1: Hahahahaha.
A2: Hahahahahaha.

Note: I am not A1.

Hanging out at Excalibur.














The strip.














In front of the Paris fountain.


Poolside.


See no evil.


The Bellagio again, sigh.


A pose inspired by the men of Thunder From Down Under.


Pagan god says, "Bet on 35 black."

Monday, June 05, 2006

Everybody had matching towels

So, I saw two things yesterday. The first was that Oklahoma Runner, a magazine that comes out every other month, had an article about the Oklahoma City marathon with 12 accompanying pictures. Out of all the hundreds of runners, only 12 got a photo, including...ME!! haha.



And the other:

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock; it was a ROCK LOBSTER!

Thursday, June 01, 2006

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

I spent Memorial Day weekend in Las Vegas for a bachelorette party that lasted 3 days. We stayed at Bally's, which I think is a prime location. And as the title of this post implies, I'm not dishing out any juicy stories. It can be up to you whether there are any, or if I'm trying to make it sound like there were. One thing that most definitely stayed in Vegas was my money. Though the poker tables and my roulette table (35 black at Barbary Coast) were kind, the bj tables and the craps were not.

I want to mention the fabulous meal we had at Spago, a Wolfgang Puck restaurant. I will never eat that well again. My stomach definitely appreciated good food after the 17 hour drinking binge I had gone on (so maybe there are a few stories...). If you go there, order anything that comes with the garlic mashed potatoes. I never thought I'd rave about mashed potatoes before, but I guess anything is possible, and I'd fly back right now if I was guaranteed some more.

Three of us ended up staying an extra night for free because of a mix-up with the airlines (I swear we did not miss our flight!). Not planning on being in Vegas for a night leads to this sort of movie making:


The beginning


Was I in Vegas, or Paris??


The bride to be, and penis antlers, naturally.


The Dillage and me overly cheesin', VIP-in'.


Apparently in Vegas you can't bathe by yourself.


Queen Kristy (a sign of things to come)


Ahhh, the Bellagio. Sigh.


This is what happens when you have a free night in Vegas and they leave the luggage cart in your room.


All of us ladies at the black jack tables. We should have left after the picture was taken.


You got me once again Barbary Coast, but I'll be back someday...


More pics to come once my friends send me theirs. I'll make it a two part series. And, I saw a wild mouse, four actually. Vegas is just full of surprises.