Norman seems pretty laid-back, I guess.
The few times I’ve been, I’ve definitely admired the “sun’s out, guns out” vibe the city does a decent job of playing up, a developmentally arrested attitude of collegiate coolness that even the oldsters maintain, neon wraparound shades and crimson polos seemingly the standard-issue wear for anyone living within the city’s limits, a broad mix of hipster flair with redneck charm passed around like a Friendly Market water-pipe.