Promises, Promises

Ah so I promised you stories from the weekend in OK! So here are a few... well, at least breif lessons learned... and maybe some stories.

Sand Springs is really far away from Tulsa when you've already been in the car two hours longer than neccessary.

When you can't say a word in certain company it seems to be the only word you need to say.

12 hours in a car with people you don't really know can drive you to drink.

It's hard to share a bed with someone you want to smack.

Lies are hard to digest.

The best places to be are tiny little dive bars you have to go looking for.

40 year old women don't need to wear mini skirts to said dive bars.

Dreams come true if you're willing to keep your eyes open and look for them.

The best lines are said when no one has a pen to write them down.

106.1 IS the BEST radio station in Oklahoma and even they repeat the same 25 songs.

"No Rain" by Blind Melon is not creatively ironic to play while it's snowing.

Flip flops are not the best shoes of choice when it's snowing. Neither are Toms.

Dry socks are worth stopping for and worth putting on while you're still in KMart.

Just because a man has dated a girl doesn't mean he's straight.

Never assume you didn't get the shot, but take another one anyway.

Looks can be decieving. Sometimes the chili cheese omlete is the best thing on the menu and the salsa kills the hashbrowns.

The green sauce will kill taste buds.

Mexican is always a safe bet.

If the restuarant smells like fish when you open the door chances are all your food will taste like fish.

Museums are meant to be enjoyed slowly and reverantly. Bouncing up and down like a five year old will get you yelled at and will cause all of your friends to consider just how closely they want to stand near you.

There is always one friend who is the "mom" of the group. Her kids are the reason she drinks. (If you're not sure if you're one of her kids, you probably are.)

Appearances can be everything.

It's worth walking barefoot through the snow to see the better appartment.

If a coffee house can't make a good cup-o-joe, chances are I can take it out.

Asking artists about their work will get you mad props.

Always ask the sales clerk at a local store about their favorite merch. You might just meet someone awesome and get a great music referrence too.

Some people are more than kind of awesome.

Finally if you don't set your boundaries, someone will press all your buttons.

Those are just some of the lessons we were reminded of.  But the best is this: Hope comes in all sorts of ways and places. Sometimes it's the one who's giving advice, sometimes it's the one who needs it who creates it, but hope never travels alone. You've got to be open to people to see the hope in their lives.