Tulsa Smakk
So the Crew invaded the city of Tulsa this weekend for Yott's bachelor party. We all survived and no one even landed in the jail. The weekend was full of golf, poker, drinks and local "respectable" dive bars for entertainment. Three handles of Captain bit the dust quickly and our poor rented mini-van took the wrath of the flying tallboys.
Didn't appear to be too expensive of a weekend until I gave Buster his ice water bucket wake up call to the face not realizing his PDA was sitting on his chest. Though his new electric fried buzzing sound that now follows each text proved to be quite entertaining.
So until the next soldier falls...I'll be sailing the streets of Dallas for a while.