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Friday night in the big town: ZZ Top, Jewel, and ghosts


Aw yeah, readers. It’s the weekend. If you work where I do, you’re probably going to Night Trips for lunch. Don’t tell my boss, though when I come back to the office covered in glitter and smelling like cotton candy perfume and daddy issues, I’m sure they’ll know. What can I say? Night Trips has fried mushrooms and mama likes fried mushrooms. Just kidding, readers. I’m equally close to the outlet mall, and I’d much rather come back to work with a maxed out credit card.

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


May 3: ZZ Top at Lucky Star Casino in Concho

I’m pretty sure I’ve told this story before, but when I worked at a professional wrestling-themed barbecue restaurant in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart off I-35 (from which I got fired for signing a write-up form with “your mom” instead of my name), ZZ Top came in, and I got a picture with Billy Gibbons. His old man arthritic hands totally look like they are pinching my boob, but in reality, he’s just pointing at me. But I bet you wish you had a picture of your boob getting pinched by a rock and roll legend.

There is only one way to get that wish granted. Get yourself to Lucky Star Casino in Concho. There will be plenty of boob-pinching, as well as rock and roll and fun galore! Come on down and get yourself a drink. Then, gamble a bit, and enjoy the show. Basically, these are all the ingredients to make the best Friday night you’ve had in a long time. And if you’re lucky, you’ll get your boob pinched and your parents will hang the photo in the living room above the picture of you getting your master’s degree, because priorities, duh.

Friday night in the big town: Rick Springfield, NMF 6, and the Festival of the Arts


Whoa, readers. Guess what time it is. That’s right. It’s the weekend. And you know what that means. It’s time to get wasted today starting at 5 and not sober up until Monday morning around 10 AM. At least, that’s how I roll now that I have a legitimate, full-time sort of gig. I used to just drink all the time when I didn’t have to work five days a week. But my career has really put me on the straight and narrow, so I only binge on weekends now. I’m sure some would say I’m a functioning alcoholic. But I’d probably just flip those people off.

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


April 26: Rick Springfield at Lucky Star Casino in Clinton

Can I get an amen from all my brothers and sisters out there who like to shriek “Jessie’s Girl” at the top of their lungs when they’re drunk and getting a ride home in the back seat of their friend’s Mitsubishi Eclipse? I refuse to believe I’m the only one who does this. I find that two-door cars have the perfect acoustics for singing about how much you wish that you had Jessie’s girl. Bonus points if you can get the sober kids to sing along.

Readers, do you also wish that you had Jessie’s girl? Do you like casinos? Do you like having fun? Do you like people watching? Then have I got a deal for you! If you get yourself to the Lucky Star Casino tonight, you are guaranteed to have a bona fide good time. And can I just say that Rick Springfield is pretty hot? I mean, not in a poster on your wall sort of way. But if he had a VH1 reality show like Bret Michaels did, I would probably go on it to win a shot at dating him.

Friday night in the big town: Soilwork, Extreme Makeover, and Larry the Cable Guy


Happy Friday, readers. By the time you read this, you will probably have already undergone the moment of silence to remember the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, if your company makes an announcement for it. And I’m sure that your Facebook feed is full of sad reminders of that day 18 years ago, no doubt with parallels drawn to recent events. This past week has been pretty awful news-wise, and for many Oklahomans, today is a reminder of loss. I’m not good at giving inspirational peptalks or words of wisdom. But, maybe I can make you smile today. And while it’s probably not much, can I offer this one bit of irreverence in the form of a blog post? I can’t promise you’ll laugh. And if you don’t, come find me in real life. I’ll do the truffle shuffle for you to cheer you up.

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

April 19: Soilwork at the Chameleon Room

Well, readers, never let it be said that I’m not “metal.” I watched Hesher the other day while home sick from work, and I can honestly say that I’d be down with being metal if it involves a dirty Joseph Gordon Levitt. Can I get an amen, ladies? Also, I like umlauts. I have no idea how they affect the pronunciation of words because I took Spanish as my foreign language through school, but who doesn’t love two little polka dots over your vowels? So metal!

Soilwork is a Swedish band, which I assume means they are in some way related to my favorite culinary muppet. They’re currently touring in support of their ninth studio release—The Living Infinite—a double-disc album that debuted at #60 on the Billboard Hard Music chart. So if you’re hard, drink Jägermeister, and, like my one cousin who inexplicably shaved his head to leave one tuft of hair on his forehead that looks kind of like a mustache and wears weird gauntlets to Wal-Mart, are one with the devil, this show is probably for you.

Friday night in the big town: The Plaza, improv, and Jefferson Starship


Well, it’s been quite a week, readers. Tony has threatened to kill me if I disclose a secret he sent me via text, and he and Patrick both have made fun of me for not watching Breaking Bad. Firstly, I really want to tell you Tony’s secret, but in a stupid “you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” sort of move, I disclosed that I am possessing of the same affliction, and he could just as easily ruin me and we’d have to hang out forever on the Island of Misfit Toys. Secondly, I totally want to watch Breaking Bad. It’s just that I didn’t start watching when it first came out, and now I’m so far behind that it’s going to be impossible to catch up in a timely fashion. I bet there’s plenty of time to watch the exploits of ol’ Walter White on the Island of Misfit Toys…

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


April 12: Spring into the Plaza

The folks down at the Plaza sure are optimistic. After this week’s cold snap, I have no hope for sunshine ever, and I’m not even gonna pretend like spring is here. And I’m never putting my coat away again because April is a freaking liar. And as far as things that have sprung…well, spring ain’t one of them. But I’ll let the Plaza have their fun. Maybe if we keep acting like spring is here, then we’ll finally get it.

This weekend is the grand opening of Paint and Cheers, a place where you can create works of art with friends and family. And if you aren’t the painting type, Size Records is celebrating their opening inside the Velvet Monkey.  There will be art and music and good times for everyone. Check out some naughty things at Ruff Life Lingerie and Vintage and cruise through DNA Galleries’ new renovation.

Friday night in the big town: Nelly, Okie Folkies and Freaks, and Plaza Sunday


I have a fun game for you to play this weekend, readers. It’s a bit of a springtime bingo of sorts. That rain has finally stopped (I know we needed it, but dang it was cold) and now it’s time for us to resume our springtime follies. So, every time you spot one of the following this weekend, you get to take a drink. When you see a girl in a sundress and cowboy boots, a girl in Nike running shorts and Ugg boots, or a tanning bed sunburn on some legs wearing either of the previous two combinations, take a drink. Additionally, if you see a dude in a pastel polo that his wife/girlfriend clearly bought him for springtime, take a drink. Otherwise, you know, just keep drinking. It’s the weekend.

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


April 6: Nelly at the Lucky Star Casino in Concho

Growing up I watched a lot of reruns of Little House on the Prairie with my great grandma, right before Highway to Heaven came on. We also watched The Young and the Restless and The Price is Right. But my favorite character on Little House was Nelly Oleson. Homegirl was a bitch. I respect that. Also, if her character ever uttered the phrase “It’s hot in here,” it didn’t end with a song.

There are other Nellies in this world, readers. And one of them inspired America to take off all their clothes just because he couldn’t find the switch for the ceiling fan. I hope Nelly finds the weather satisfactory while he’s here. I’d hate to think that unsuspecting fans would get arrested for indecent exposure simply because a rapper encouraged them to take their clothes off.