Oklahoma

Skot/Scott here, and I just got home from Oklahoma.

Hence the title.

I did a few fun things, saw some fun stuff, and heard a pretty awesome band., but sad truth is, there isn't much to do in Oklahoma. 

You'll understand when I tell you that the most memorabe part of the vacation was a chicken sandwich I had the first night at the hotel.

This sandwich was the best fried-chicken sandwich, I've ever had the orgasmic pleasure of eating.

The bun was the size of a standard burger's bun, but the slab of chicken can only be described as that. A slab.

That is supposed to be an angelic choir.

I've seen smaller steaks.

I feel as though I am starting to understand crazy religious zealots, as the chicken is now a part of me. And it is good.

No other chicken will ever reach this plateau, and I feel shameful for ever having had a chicken before it.

It was as if Odin Himself, gave His very life-blood into the fryer, and Hephaestus expertly bathed the slab of poultry in the Odinsblood until it was a brilliant golden brown.

Odin himself then brought me the finished bird and placed it front of me and said "Eat this, my son, and be full. For it is made within my very life and given for you to feast. Eat it and know that I love you, I love you more than any other God could ever love you."

And I ate it.

And I am now changed.

Alternatively, maybe it was a trip so lacking in anything noteworthy that this one, (probably only average) moment just seemed so monumental by comparison..

Just to clarify, I did have a lot of fun, the company was good, and the drinks were cheap. So that's something..

More Oklahoma to come.

Skot/Scott