What happens after Chicago...

...is a mystery to us all, to be honest with you. We finally left Chicago around 3pm on Thursday (yesterday/today? It's already starting to blur a little bit). We pulled into St. Louis around 7:30 or so. St. Louis was part of the original plan and it seemed like an awesome city. Only problem is that we rolled in around dinner time and all of the good BBQ joints (according to both friends of mine who made suggestions and good old yelp.com) were already closed or about to be soon. We pulled up to a place downtown that had a sign out front that said BBQ and live music. Perfect.  Exciting. We parked the car and headed inside only to sit down and be told they were out of ribs tonight. Lose. Since we are pretty strapped for cash and had some leftovers from lunch in the car we told them thanks but no thanks and headed out.

We finished our sandwiches in the car and headed over to the arch, only to find there is absolutely nowhere to park near that thing. Come on St. Louis, I want so badly to love you (quiclky, but truly), cut me some slack. We illegally parked in front of some serious looking government building, did some guerilla photography and hopped on the 44 west.

All I can tell you now is that we are about an hour and a half outside of Tulsa, OK and there's a giant golden statue of an oil driller there. Apparently it's the largest stand alone statue in the world. I cannot contain my excitement... or it could be the overly excessive caffeine intake.

Love.