Welcome to Oklahoma!!

First stop: Phoenix

Downtown Tulsa, OK

Ok...I know it's a bit late but I gotta tell you about my trip to OG Tulsa Oklahoma. We had originally planned to drive up there but after realizing it was freaking 22 hours drive, we decided F**k it, might as well fly.

Day 1: We are scheduled to leave at 6:10am. Mom calls me at 4:10am and wakes my little butt up (which of course it's not easy for me to do, since it's been such a long time since I woke up that early.) To shorten the story we missed our flight and of course who is to blame for? Moi! Of course is my fault I let me dad drive and he got lost. N-e-ways, I reschedule their flight for 1pm. Holly crap! I can't go till the next day.

Day 2: I had to get another plane ticket caused I missed my 6:10am flight again, freaking early hours. So i get to leave at 3:10pm. I traveled in Southwest and of course I get a cute flight attendant. He was red headed guy with a nice smile and blah, blah, blah. N-e-ways, needles to say I got extra service, haha. Unfortunately, I was sitting next to this Harley/Drug dealer dude that stonk. Even my Cashmire Mist/Donna Karan faded away into the stinkyness of this man. On the other side I had a overwight man that kept looking at me with eyes of "You freaking homo, don't get your legs too close to mine"

1st Stop: Phoenix, Arizona (Pix above) such a horrible airport. Cheesy, old and ugly with nothing special about it. I have to wait for two hours and I get loading group C. Crap, I'm at the end of the line. Called my sister and let her know I'm surviving! Finally board the plane and guess what, it's completly full but these two young fag-hags let me sit wth them, three-rows from the cabin. Everyone is eating and no one shares. Poor little me!! Whatever happen to the meals? I arrive in Oklahoma around 10 something pm. at this point I like the airport but that all changed coming back (stay tune for that story) Mi sister, husband to be, mom and dad come to meet me. Of course my luggage had my friend Patrick's information so the stupid bag kept going around and around for almost 25 minutes till my sweet mom said "isn't Patrick your old friend?" N-e-ways they took me out to eat at Sonic...get some chicken sandwich and a mango whatever it was.

Wow!!! Wedding Day below...