Happy Friday to you, readers. Oddly enough, I am not “in hate” with my surroundings today, so I don’t have anything snarky to say. Everyone on Twitter was a doll this morning, and I even had oatmeal and yogurt for breakfast like some sort of healthy weirdo. (Yes, I had a soda with breakfast too, but only because I can and that’s the best part of being an adult.) Know that this won’t last. I’ll be back next week full of rage for no reason. It’s what I do best. Also, the weather today is apparently going to be very nice so I guess I have to be happy, which is quite an imposition, if I may say.

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

January 19: Timothy O’Brian’s Celtic Cheer at the Yucatan Taco Stand

So, I would be lying if I said my initial instinct wasn’t to write about O’Brien from Downton Abbey here. I’m sure the band is in no way related to a fictional character, mainly because said character is fictional. But I can’t help but think maybe this band was responsible for the miscarriage of a certain aristocrat, or perhaps that they scheme with the gay footman to overthrow the valet. This is probably not something the band does, but if one of the members has really short sideburns and curly bangs, then you know that they do.

Anyway, who doesn’t like to mix some cultures every now and again? What’s a little Irish music without some tacos and tequila flights? Just the sound of a tin whistle or a mandolin throws me into a salsa-eating frenzy. I’m sure you’re the same way. So get to the Yucatan Taco Stand and enjoy some Irish tunes and Mexican foods. Some people may not be able to reconcile the dissonance created by the merging of two seemingly disparate traditions. But those people probably aren’t into good things.

What’s up, readers? And may I ask what’s up with all the people tweeting about the sunrise this morning? I mean, really? You’d think we had a bunch of early risers on our hands, but I know for a fact that’s not the case. Why? Because the sun didn’t rise until like 7:39 AM. So all you normal-time risers acted all superior because you caught a pic of the sun coming up on your way to get some Starbucks. Remember when I had to be at work at 7:00 AM and saw the sun rise every morning, sometimes after I’d already been at work for nearly an hour? No, you don’t remember that because I didn’t brag about it nor do I consider every day occurrences a staggering work of beauty. Call me when the Mona Lisa sprawls across the horizon.

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

January 11: Professionals in a Limo

In the fifth grade, I won a contest by selling the most fundraiser items. My prize was to ride in a limo with all the winners from other grades. We got to go to Pizza Hut and eat from the lunch buffet. And then later, we got candy. And then, fast forward to a few years ago, I attended a bachelorette party in a limo, where the driver literally got stuck in the parking lot of The Mont in Norman. Needless to say, the vision I have of limos is pretty sad. Sure, they proclaim a certain status, but it’s the same sort of status proclaimed by terry cloth sweat suits and overly long fake French manicures.

But from the event description, perhaps I am intended to make a different assumption.

“This is OKC hottest new social business networking concept. We bring 24 socially enthuse [sic] business professionals together in one extra large luxury limo with champagne and wine. Your entire experience is unique and includes dinner, drinks, motivational and business guest speakers. It’s informative and fun and not your typical rigid social networking event.”

Yep. So basically, Jean-Ralphio organized this shindig. Don’t be surprised if the license plate on the limo says “Entertainment 720.”