WATONGA...

If you are from Oklahoma, when you here Watonga you automatically think of cheese. That is why Draven and I decided it would be fun to take a road trip with Papa to Watonga to go his brother's 80th birthday. We got there early so we could go to Roman Nose State park to eat. I actually thought it might good. I ordered the serloin, salad, mushrooms and mashed potatoes. They forgot my salad, my serloin was burnt, black and crisp. The mashed potatoes were hard and dry. You could actually break up pieces of them. YUCK! I had to tell the waitress I could eat the food. She had to just take it away. I ate a little of the salad (that she brought out after my meal.) They offered to get me something else, but I told them I wouldn't eat anything out of that kitchen. They didn't charge us for my meal. After that we were going to Watonga Cheese Factory. It was closed due to a storm a year ago! I was so dissappointed. We decided to go antique shopping, nope all of them were closed on Saturday. We found one that was open but they decided to close down early at 1:30pm. We went on to the party. They held it in the most depressing place. It was this concrete building in the middle of this ghetto park. It didn't have windows, just a metal door and florecent lighting inside. It was awful. I thought I would see all of these long lost realatives that would be glad to see me. Instead it was a bunch of people that could careless that I was there. Oh well. I got to spend time with my dad. Other than that, it was a waist of a Saturday.




When we got home Draven we over to a friends for a sleepover. Chris, Lillie and me went to the neighborhood music fest. That was fun.