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Friday night in the big town: the car show, monsters, and Kid Rock

What’s up, readers? It’s that time again when we talk about Friday and what a night it is in the big town. If you’re like me, you’ve paid bills and rent and now you know that your next two weekends will be spent at home watching NetFlix due to your lack of cash flow. But that’s cool. I have degrees in creative writing. I’m never gonna be rich enough to go to Bricktown every weekend. Though, I will probably never want to go to Bricktown every weekend.

Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.

March 2-4: OKC Autoshow

I like cars as much as the next guy. In fact, I drive one roughly 60 miles each day, round trip, to go to work. I’ve often fantasized about using my car as a weapon. During the last 10 minutes of my commute, I usually don’t care if I go to jail for vehicular homicide because if you merge at the last second in the construction zone that has been there for over a year, YOU DESERVE TO DIE! So I’m going to the car show to find a car that kills people better.

But apparently, this car show isn’t just about cars. You can meet the dude from Hillybilly Handfishin’, Skipper Bivins, or Ryan Broyles, both men known for their innovations in the automotive industry. The Avengers will be there with their shield car, SpongeBob and Patrick Star (no relation to OKC Patrick) will be there, as well as a whole mess of Power Wheels cars. Hey Mom—remember when you wouldn’t let me have a Power Wheels car but the kid across the street got a Batmobile and a Barbie Jeep? I still haven’t forgiven you.

March 3: Underground Monster Carnival

One of my recurring nightmares takes the form of a Goosebumps choose-your-own-adventure book. I’m at a carnival. It’s nighttime. The rides are all moving but there’s nobody on them and no one is operating them. I hear someone call my name and turn in time to catch only a shadow moving across the midway. I hear my name again and turn. Something brushes past me. Suddenly everything turns into that 1932 movie, Freaks. I see the chicken lady. The chanting starts… “We accept you, one of us! Gooble Gobble!”

If this sounds more like a dream to you than a nightmare, then may I suggest you dust off your costume? Not only are sideshow freaks welcome, but you’ll probably see some superheroes and villains, some steampunk ensembles, monsters, pin-ups, and some NFSW anime/cosplay. Vendors will be selling comic books, movies, apparel, art, and some homemade monstrous crafts. If you’ve been looking for a way to bond with your Hot Topic-wearing stepkid, this might just be your best bet.

March 4: Kid Rock at the Winstar Casino

I think I’ve said before on this obscure local social blog that I know all the words to every Kid Rock song that was a radio single. Yeah, even that duet he did with Sheryl Crowe.  I’m probably the most legit blogger you know. Also, I relish the opportunity to use the lyrics to “Bawitdaba” in inappropriate situations. Seriously, telling people that you do what you do for all “your homies in the county in cell block six” is pretty funny.

I can tell you don’t believe me. I can tell you’re rolling your eyes at me. I know I’m your least favorite contributor on this site. It’s cool. I mean, I just admitted to knowing Kid Rock songs, so clearly I don’t care what you think about me. I really don’t hold your opinion in very high regard. And that’s cool. Because this post isn’t for you. This is for the questions that don’t have any answers, the midnight glancers and topless dancers. The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers, the G’s with the forties and the chicks with beepers. Boom! Just used the lyrics to “Bawitdaba.”

That’s it for this week, readers.  Be safe and don’t drink and drive.

Friday Night in the Big Town” is presented by Lucky Star Casino.  Visit LuckyStarCasino.org to check out a full calendar of their events and concerts.

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