<em>Joining us today with the breadcrumb trail she left on her last tour of Tulsa's First Friday Art Crawl in downtown's Brady District is local blogger Britt Greenwood—<a href="http://www.tulsaartspot.com/" target="_blank">be sure to follow Britt at tulsaartspot.com</a> and <a href="http://facebook.com/tulsaartspot" target="_blank">facebook.com/tulsaartspot</a>. Take it away, Britt!</em>

<h3>Part 1: Dinner.</h3>

<strong>Hey Mambo.</strong> Sipped Marshall Atlas and chewed a couple slices of brick oven pepperoni pizza with what I consider to be the best dough in Tulsa.

<h3>Part 2: The Galleries</h3>

<strong>Brady Artist Studio</strong>. Welcomed by the artfully messy world of ceramics. Clay blobs, pottery wheels, water filled containers, various supplies and ceramics for sale claimed most open real estate in the studio.

<strong>Tulsa Glass Blowing Studio</strong>. Among the arranged rows of metal folding chairs facing the work area (where visitors could sit and watch the process), the front row was open. When I sat down, I realized why—it was 120 degrees there. I watched the artist create his glowing glass art, but my body protested with dizziness, causing me to seek the cooler outside air—100 degrees still.

<strong>Tulsa Artist Coalition Gallery</strong>. Impressive Wonderland-like works of Ryan Pack were on exhibit. Her art references modern day heroines with a fairytale twist.

<strong>Pantoja’s Gallery</strong>. The work of Cuban artist Jose Antonio Pantoja Hernandez is sadly beautiful,  filled with the brutal realities of Cuban political dictatorship.

<strong>Henry Zarrow Art Center</strong>. Had only a few remaining minutes before the studios closed. The space was a great gallery space, still crisp with newness, flaunting the works of TU art professors as well as the Gilcrease collection of Thomas Moran’s watercolors and sketches.

<h3>Part 3: After-hours</h3>

<strong>Club 209, The Art Bar</strong>. After 9 p.m., and after my pouting over not having enough time to see the Living Arts exhibit, I walked to Club 209 for a nightcap dose of art. It was opening night for artist Autumn Strutton, who was also the floor R.A. at my college dormitory—small world.

<strong>On to the Blue Dome<strong>. Departed from the Brady District; it was only 9:30 p.m. Plenty of time to visit the Blue Dome District for some bowling at the Dust Bowl. A night of local food, beer, art, and bowling, though it was an early one.