Brandi's Place

That way... when I'm lost driving in circles for 90 minutes in Tulsa and I can't find my way out of a paper bag, I can get some effing help and get where I need to be already!

SERIOUSLY!

On our way to Arkansas for work, driving through Tulsa, so of course the memories are pouring on like that Cabernet at dinner- that we finally made it to. I miss one lousy exit for Tisdale Pkwy or something- and 90 minutes later we are in the sticks between Coweta and BA. My pal from work is completely unamused- but patient and polite nonetheless.

We stopped at three different gas stations, in three different parts of town for three very different directions. We eventually found some BFE neighborhood, got an address off a for sale sign on the corner, called The Husband and had him Google Map us all the way back to 412 East- the highway you apparently can only find if you've apparated to it using a Harry Potter portkey!!

Holy monkeys- I really didn't think we'd ever make it out of Tulsa. Which, if I have to be stranded somewhere, let's be honest- Tulsa is probably one of the places I'd want to be. Hook up with the pals at Square Mag, give D the official tour of Brandi's Life in Tulsa and hit that Bueno at 61st & Garnett for old times sake.

We made it. To Arkansas. And at dinner someone was talking about a completely different story and mentioned OnStar. D looked at me the way I do to Shelton when we're lost without any logical explanation- like How in the hell were we lost for an hour and a half and you knew we had OnStar and NEVER HIT THE BUTTON!?!

Like I said- we made it. Late, but alive. And made up for it with wine and chocolate martinis.

Posted by BrandiK at 7/27/2007 12:17:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

Just a HUGE thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes. You all helped make this one of the best birthdays I've ever had. I really had such a fantastic time Friday night and did not want the party to end. But when it did, our apartment had left balloons and cookies on our door and they were SO GOOD!

We were so lucky to have the Skanches head up from OKC to celebrate with us. After convincing Cabrone "the yeti" to stick around and bail on yet another trip to Tulsa, we were able to have a pretty well-supported OU contingent.

The birthday shinanigans started at the Pumphouse- my favorite little watering hole in Wichita. We were quickly joined by so many friends. Thanks for making me feel so special, ya'll!

Then a few migrated to Uptown Bistro for some delicious dinner, raucous conversation and some slimy snails. Shelton for some unknown reason ordered escargot. Everyone, but me of course, got in on the action. There are pictures. And we were glad to learn that Jeremy isn't allergic!

From there is was off to the Brickyard where my birthday-ness won a free pass past the bouncer and Heather wooed him to let the rest of our crew in free. Shelton and Cabrone took turns trying to convince the attending Class of 1987 that they were long-lost graduating pals. It didn't work- but definitely made for cheap entertainment. The band dedicated a song to me... and Brittany, the 21 year old who stole my thunder. She asked me to dance and at that point I would have said yes to a dragon.

I was not able to go to the midnight release of HP7- and thank goodness. Jonathan thought it wouldn't be the best idea and suggested there was a possibility I'd inexplainably wake up in the morning with a John Grisham novel.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, hugs, kisses, booby rubs, drinks and of course, I'm all verclempt, the memories.

26- bring it on!

Posted by BrandiK at 7/22/2007 04:23:00 PM | Permalink | Comments