Remembering last night

It was A-MAZING!

First of all, I played tennis for the first time ever and "showed some improvement," according to my handsome, ever-so-patient coach. Today, I cannot move, but it was completely worth it. I found that the faster and more out of reach the serve was, the more accurate I was. It was awesome. I'll be a pro in no time, no worries! I know a certain girl in Siloam Springs, Arkansas who would have been incredibly proud of me and owes me major props.

We parted ways and he surprised me by picking me up in a convertible he borrowed from a friend. Now I'm no expert on cars, but it looked a little something like this. Yeah. Seriously nice. He tested its limits, and we enjoyed the cool night wind whipping against our faces alongside the River.

It almost felt like we were in a different city last night. We went to this trendy little district called Brookside -- one of Tulsa's only attempts at contemporary urban chic -- which I've driven past a thousand and one times, but have never really stopped to smell the roses. We had The Brook fine American cuisine, stopped for coffee at Shades of Brown (his favorite hazelnut mocha), and then went to KoKoa chocolatier where we split this amazing dark chocolate and raspberry tart. I know a certain girl who lives in Bourbonnais and owes me a trip to this little chocolate factory ASAP!

Also, we went to the Center of the Universe. It's this little spot downtown Tulsa where everything sort of echoes -- a freak of nature, almost. Oh, while we were walking, a guy approached us and said, "Are you guys selling any weed?" We thought it was cute that we were mistaken for drug dealers in our little black hoodies. And my Boyfriend was victorious because everyone we asked thought he was 23! My old man has aged so well!

The night was just gorgeous. So pretty much, I have the best boyfriend in the entire world and I thank God for him and our wonderful talks we had last night.