The 4th was a good night; I ended up sort of all over the place, first riding my bike to a party right on the river in Tulsa, and then catching a ride out to the sticks for a huge bash in a field (this being the 4th, and it being oklahoma, nobody’s day is complete without going out into the middle of nowhere and Blowing Shit Up).

We get there and there’s a $10 cover per head. Then we stand in line for beer for half an hour for 3.2 bud light. Then, just as I’m tweeting about how a fight would be a nice mood lifter, it starts to rain. So, the people who have tents run for them, and the people who don’t run for their cars. I’m not lying when I say that I probably had a better time sitting in that car listening to music and talking than I would have getting obliterated and setting fire to the whole party.

Then we bailed and headed back to Tim’s apartment, where everybody just crashed. Which meant that my bike was across downtown from me when I woke up in the morning, so of course, I went to get it. I didn’t have to walk, I could have waited for a ride to pick it up, but the walk appealed to me. And then there were photos:

Posted by Matt on 2009-07-09T00:00:00Z GMT