One in a Sea of Sky Scrapers

I ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma last night. It was extremely unexpected but a fabulous man I am dating decided to be impetuous and proceeded to spend an entire evening sweeping me off of my feet. It was an amazing evening of adventure and romance that fit right in with my whirl wind life style. The merriment and revelries a side though while we were walking from point b to point c in our journey we found the most out of place building in the city. Now, anyone that knows me is shaking their head and saying, "Oh, Wickkett, not architecture again!" Buildings are beautiful damn it!!! So yes...we are going to talk about a building in today's post. What about the amazing night? What about those crazy and incredible details? Hello...this is The Sarcastic Side of Life....remember? When it becomes 'The Juicy Details of Wickkett's Wild Ride' I'll let you know. Anyway, back to the very out of place building. Now, anyone who has ever spent any time in down town Tulsa knows that there are a lot of big beautiful tall buildings. Of course you can walk a few blocks an be surrounded by shorter and fa older buildings.

It is in the short and old buildings that the personality of age seeps out at you from every angle. At one time they were buildings with a more professional purpose and now they find themselves the homes of night clubs and bars. Their disdain is evident with every graffitied tag across their noble sides. It is to one of these angry blasts from the past that I was walking towards when I saw it. Surrounded by sky scrapers, lost in a modern world, sandwiched as snugly as could be stood a Chinese restaurant. I stopped dead in my tracks and started to laugh. Here in the concrete jungle I saw a ginormous middle finger raised to corporate America as it became obvious that someone enjoyed to be a property owner. I could envision a little old Asian gentleman telling his family on his death bed "Do not sell!" I could see the horror in their eyes as they listened. The world rose up around them but out f respect they continued to hold to their guns and respect the old mans wishes. Some of the family would fight about it, but eventually it would become the running family joke. Eventually it would be the focus of one sarcastic Wickkett and cause me to laugh maniacally. Ah yes, random Chinese restaurant, I salute you. Hold strong and eff them, eff them all!