I had just gotten out of a movie at Harkins—Creed 2, if you must know—when I stepped through the theater’s exit into the surprisingly cool outside air, thinking that even though the temperature was certainly dropping, still, it seemed like a nice enough night for a walk around Bricktown—it’s something I’d never really done before and wanted to experience it at least once.
As I crossed the bridge over the canal and got myself deeper into the restructured muck and mire, I nearly stepped in fresh horse manure; recognizing my surroundings, I suddenly remembered it was Friday night. Girls in short skirts and boys in even shorter muscle-tees were braving the cold, the supreme lords of the Oklahoma City nightlife—and you best be getting out of their way, lest your worst fears be scrutinized and laughed at by all those tipsy yet titillating strangers around you.