I had such an amazing night last night with the two girls from the paper, Meghan and Wendy. We went out to Brookside, a trendy little area in Tulsa. We ate dinner and had some beers at Brook’s Restaurant and Bar, an old cinema they had converted into a diner, it was pretty spiffy…the wait staff was awesome.
Meghan even made muffins and brought them into work because it was my last day at the TBJ…they kept calling me their foreign exchange student from “The North” lol….they’re incredibly fabulous. It’s nice to be able to file “Wendy Stories” and “Johnny Figment” into the memory banks.
- “Wendy Stories” were born when Wendy told Meghan and I this really sad story about the guy who create Precious Moments because she had seen the Precious Moments Chapel with her mom. Long story short, she was VERY close to having the story right and would have gotten away with it had Meghan and I not looked it up online. We started calling all of her detailed stories “Wendy Stories” and then fact checked them all when she was done talking. The whole office was doing it after awhile, it was funny. (And for the record, it was an honest mistake, she just didn’t hear the tour guide correctly).
- Johnny Figment is what Meghan and I started calling Wendy’s husband because Meghan is convinced he doesn’t really exist as she has yet to see him. (For the record, he does exist and he is a 6’4″ Irish born giant…Wendy is 4’9″ or something).
After we finished our drinks, we walked around downtown and found an awesome shop with old school candy: candy dots on the paper (where you end up eating more paper than candy), candy cigarettes and ZOTS! I love Zots! They’re hard candy with fizzy stuff in the middle. I remember getting a string of four of them for a dime when my family first moved to Lapeer and they sold them at the movie rental store. Now you get a string of four for 50 cents. The girls had never had them, so I bought a string of each flavor. Meghan and I basically devoured them while Wendy only tried one or two.
We ended the evening sitting on a curb outside a dive bar, across from an artsy coffee shop (people were inside painting so we couldn’t get a table). We sat there for a good two hours just talking and people watching, it was a great way to wrap up the two weeks (er…seven) here.
Okay enough jabbering…onto the assortment of pics from my last 2 weeks in Tulsa!
