Forgive me for the late post today, but I write this post as we cruise along Interstate 40 somewhere in the Texas Panhandle area. Amarillo is about 60 miles in front of us and I can see how the city got its name, as the fields in the surrounding area are parched wastelands without a hint of green grass.
Anyhow, Will and I had a splendid final night in Tulsa, as our hosts, Greg and Alicia, took us out on the town.
The place to be on a Wednesday night was McNellie's Public House, which entices the young crowd with a three dollar burger special. Naturally, the four of us took advantage of the deal, and ordered a round of beers to accompany the chow. As anyone who knows Will can attest, one drink will lead to five, and five will lead to rounds of shots. Rowdiness ensued.
Although in the professional sporting world, all that booze may be an impediment, it brought out the competitive edge in all of us as we headed upstairs for darts and pool. There were moments of glory, some major bungles, and of course, heated arguments and exchanges of death threats.
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