Having missed everything except Saturday night’s Tulsarama Sock-Hop (Fabian, Bobby Vee, and the Chiffons are scheduled to perform), I decide to find a bar and drink until my situation improves. This is harder than one might anticipate; taverns don’t seem to exist here. I have lived in some of the least exhilarating cities in America, but Tulsa is almost like urban sarcasm. Tulsa makes Akron seem like Las Vegas (and I lived in Fargo, so I can say this). It’s Friday night, but every downtown street is a reenactment of the opening ten minutes from 28 Days Later.
