Well, here we are readers, at the end of September. Fall is in full swing, and my seasonal affective disorder is about to start acting up again. And I can’t go to Target or the mall for the rest of the year out of fear of Christmas displays, which will undoubtedly be popping up at any minute. The one saving grace in all of this is that it’s almost basketball season, which is good because OU football just doesn’t do it for me like it used to. Not to be one of “those fans”, but I am totally gonna be one of “those fans.”
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
Do you know the capital of New Hampshire? Can you put a list of Bill Murray movies in order by release date? Do you know anything about hockey? Are you like a Jeopardy contestant, only cooler? Do you like delightful beers and wings and a general party sort of atmosphere? If your answer is yes to any of these questions, then good. I have a new Friday night ritual for you.
Tonight begins the first weekly edition of Free Team Trivia presented by The Lost Ogle at Buffalo Wild Wings on Northwest Expressway. Come grab a table big enough for all your friends and order a few rounds. Patrick will ask you questions, and if your team is better than our Norman team, chances are you won’t embarrass yourself like our team does. I wish you the best of luck, and remember, you get smarter with every beer you drink.
Mom, I know you’re reading this, and I want you to close this tab on your computer and forget that today is Wednesday and that I have a post on The Lost Ogle.
Well, readers, now that my mom is gone, I want to talk to you about the sacred institution that is underage drinking. Not only did I partake in this pastime, but I like to think that I was a bit of a professional. You see, when my friend Samantha’s older brother wasn’t buying our booze for us (the standard order being a six-pack of Coronas and a bottle of Captain Morgan), we were a bit more enterprising. And thanks to the fine fellas of the UCO Alpha Tau Omega house, we never went without.
But what do you do if you don’t have a friend with an older sibling or an overly developed friend for whom the frat boys would do anything? I suppose you talk to “Bootlegger Willie”, or at least that’s what the kids down in Chickasha were doing until Bootlegger Willie was arrested for selling to minors.
According to the story on KFOR.com:
Well, here we are, readers. It’s September 21, and I can’t figure out where the month has gone. On Saturday at 2:49 PM it will officially be fall, and I’m sure the Wiccans have some great parties planned for that equinox. But the real takeaway is that boot weather is almost here. All the ladies know what I’m talking about. And on Saturday I’ll be starting the one month countdown until my birthday, the one day a year where I can get ridiculously drunk and people still give me crap for it, just not as much as they do for a normal drunken episode.
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
Not to disrespect the dead, y’all, but why was it that Patrick Swayze seemed to spend a lot of his onscreen time proving his masculinity in incredibly feminine ways? When homeboy wasn’t dancing, apparently he was spinning his wheels at Skatetown, USA, which isn’t an actual municipality by any means. It is however, the hardest part about telling your parents your gay—you know, that you like to roller skate while wearing a vest with no shirt underneath it.
So, if you like terrible movies and funny people making fun of them, get yourself to the Oklahoma City Museum of Art. There looks to be a lot of skate-dancing, twirling, skimpy costumes for both the guys and gals, and if you watch the whole preview, there’s a dude with a glittery beard, most likely because he just motorboated a stripper. But I don’t know much about the movie. Let the Movie Clubbed school you on it instead.
The thing about living in Norman is that there just aren’t that may people wearing clothes. Let me explain. Since OU is here, there are all manner of students walking around in shorts and flip-flops and jogging around campus with no shirts on. Best believe the skirts get a little scandalous come Thursday night trivia at O’Connell’s on Campus Corner. Norman is the place where it’s not uncommon to see an Alpha Gamma Delta Phi Beta Omega Pi or whatever the hell wearing Nike running shorts with Ugg boots, it’s where I saw Wayne Coyne’s ex-wife’s boobs in real life one late night, and it’s apparently where a dude is exposing himself to school children on the east side.
According to NewsOK.com:
Oh, readers, do you feel that excitement on the air? It’s fair time. I’ve been singing the old commercial jingle for the past 5 days, and I’m ready to sample all the fried goodies those stands have to offer. The rides are set up, my camera is ready to snap the most heinous of fair attendees for our photo contest, the carnies are outfitted in those blue polos, and the rain is mixing with the greasy corndog run off to create a nice little midway gravy that is sure to make your shoes gross for days to come. Ah, some days it’s just great to be an Oklahoman.
Anyway, here is your Friday Night in the Big Town.
I’m very positive on the Greek people. I’m pretty sure the only thing that my dad and I can agree on is that Greek House in Norman is the best restaurant in the world and never in the future of food will there be a better place. Also, once on Twitter, Nia Vardalos, you know, the woman who wrote My Big Fat Greek Wedding, sent me a direct message. Pretty much made my life. So, that’s why I consider myself an honorary Greek.
If you are also a phony Greek, or a real Greek, you should get yourself to St. George Greek Orthodox Church. There will be food, dancing, homemade pastries, and plenty of shopping boutiques. While listening to some authentic Greek music, you can take a tour of the church and check out some Byzantine craftsmanship. Also, rumor has it that if you tell the caricature artist that The Lost Ogle sent you, he’ll give you a $2 discount.
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