Still pinching myself at this point. Chest heavy hard to breath. Oh my goodness gracious, we are in Tulsa my friends. And here is the signage to prove it. Just so you know I was sweating my brains out of my arm pits at this point. Yes, directly out of my pits drooled my brain juices…never to return again.
I’m not happy or anything. I think that expression never left my face the entire weekend. There we are Big D, Dee, Me, and my seestor Carla. As you see we all are sportin some caffeine in our paws. It was an early morning but we are energized!
We attracted some looks in our P-Dub t-shirts. Lots of questions too. Still amazed at how many people do not know who “The Pioneer Woman” is. She has been on The View for Goodness sake PEOPLE! On our flight out of Grand Rapids, we had lots of questions. “Where are you going” “Why” “What are you going to do there”.
Then the flight attendant welcomed us aboard, “We want to welcome the Peee Dooobs aboard our flight this morning. They are headed to Oklahoma to rope calves and ride horses and walk funny.”
OK, strange flight attendant lady. Who I might add was THE oldest flight attendant I have ever seen. Thus the mixed up story. Just glad she did not call us the Peee Boobs.
Once we landed and gathered our luggage an Angel appeared from behind the ferns. Isn’t he lovely? Adorable, for sure! This was our limo driver Kayle.
I had never ever, not in all my living breathing days been picked up at the airport by a limousine. Then to top it off a smiling driver that was young and hip and actually knew who the Ree Drummond is. FINALLY! Praise the Lord. His wife followers Ree too.
We felt like movie stars. Everyone was rubber neckin’ it at us. Us with our P-Dub shirts on. It was CRAZY! Then my son sent me a text and addressed me as Beyonce….ok now that is going a bit too far. Oh MY the poor Kayle, we hit him with our cameras like the paparazzi. I think he thought HE was Beyonce. When he came around the corner we just unloaded on him with our shutters. K-ch, K-ch, K-ch……
Oh yeh, BABY we are wild and crazy and ready for some FUN!
Ree was the incredibly thoughtful and sweet….she was worried about us not getting a suitable lunch. So she set it up for us to eat at Bad Brad’s in the town of Pawhuska. Pawhuska is the nearest town to the ranch. You could say it’s a regular EPA-center. It is hoppin’. Well, at least Brad’s is.
Is that not a site to behold. A white stretch limo parked in front of the smoke house at Bad Brad’s BBQ in Pawhuska, Oklahoma. Wonder how often that happens….
By the looks we received, I am thinking most likely it has NEVER happened. Our driver was feeling a bit out of place. We invited him to join us. Not that he was unsafe, not that the natives where going to hog tie him or anything…..
We just thought hey, why not. He’s cute. And what a shame to have him miss out on some REALLY amazing BBQ!
There we are….NO we did not start with dessert. But that would have been a good idea.
I had myself the pork ribs, potato salad, and sweet beans. One word AMAZING! Oh, and one more word STUFFED! (I was stuffed, couldn’t breathe…not sure I have room for cobbler stuffed)
OK, twist my arm. I guess I can savor a morsel or two of Brads famous cobbler. We ordered one in every flavor. Apple, peach, cherry, and blackberry, and we shared. It was perfect. We just needed a lil’ sumthin’ sa-weet!
Afterwards we stumbled out the front door and Kayle obliged in taking our picture in front of the sign. Brads IS definitely some good eatin! Triple D needs to land itself in Pawhuska. I will have to give my friend Guy a call. (wink)
“Damn Good Eatin” is right. So good Anna had to lie on her side for this picture.