Tis the season for racist Oklahoma politicians! Last week, Unite Norman apostle Kelly Lynn – the Norman City Councilmember who very unsuccessfully tried to hide a 1997 drug arrest from voters – put on his tackiest Christmas sweater and dropped some racist comments during a City Council meeting. The comments came during a presentation that […]
I have my post-retirement life finally figured out: a dark and lonely table somewhere in the back of Junior’s, 2601 Northwest Expressway, with just me, an 8 oz. filet mignon, a Shirley Temple, and the ability to caustically flirt with the young waitresses, unafraid of them laughing at me and my pathetic attempts to coerce them into my dreams.
What inspired that apparently attainable goal was the decidedly high-caliber holiday dinner I had there last week, bought and paid for by TLO head honcho Patrick as a holiday gift to his scant team of loyal writers for their year of hard-ish work. And, as you can imagine, I absolutely took advantage of it.
Sadly, I arrived thirty minutes early and had to sit there in the nearly empty restaurant, waiting for the others to show, sipping on a glass of water, the fear that someone was going to come up to the table and ask for some sort of proof that I should be there getting tenuously too close for comfort, especially after I asked for my second refill.
Thankfully, Patrick arrived soon, slicked out with a suit jacket, followed by Hayley not too long after. The TLO Holiday Dinner was about to begin!