Because Stillwater is a university town, the restaurants here tend to cater to students. Outside of a Red Lobster franchise, there really is nowhere for adults to go where the food isn't heavily fried and where the music isn't so loud, conversation is nearly impossible and is geared to push you in and out in under 45 minutes. All over town, the servers line up and sing Happy Birthday in the aisles, the drinking glasses are multi-colored plastic "buckets", and the clientele whoops it up over the din of ringtones.Last Saturday we had cause to go down to OKC, an hour's drive away. On our way home, we stopped in Bricktown, the revamped warehouse district, to eat at Pearl's Crabtown.
There was LIFE down there. As we drove around looking for a place to park, we passed a huge assembly of bikers—a rally or something—and the streets were full of music, and people walking around. Wow. I've been living the small town life for so long, it felt like we were in the Big City! Shucky darn!
It wasn't the food, although it was excellent, or the atmosphere, which was fun. It wasn't even the music, which was great (Blues and R&B) that made it a terrific evening, it was just being able to be there. I can't remember the last time we went out to dinner. I think it was a year ago when we went to the Chinese all-you-can-eat for $7 joint here in town. Anyway, we had a really fun time and we left with our spirits raised, considerably.
Of course, I napped all the way home.
The rest of the weekend was spent lazily. Problem is, I'm still in that groove. I really need to get back to writing, but all I want to do is sit here. Well, there's a cure for that: get a shower, take two Excedrin, fix a cuppa, and just do it.
Which is what I'm going to do... in about 30 minutes.
