Where did Monday go?! I had every intention to write this post yesterday, but next thing I knew it was 10:30 p.m. and I was so tired I couldn’t see straight. It was a crazy Monday, ya’ll.
My baby sister turned 25 this weekend. 25! I think that means she’s an adult, but in my mind, she’s still 6.
We drove to Tulsa this last Saturday morning to help my sister celebrate. We arrived with a few hours to kill so we stopped to see our friends, The Armstrongs. Gosh, it was good to see them. We hadn’t seen them since they left Norman at the beginning of November. Too long. Finn thoroughly schooled us on Thomas the Train, and Paisley was moving all over the place. It was so fun to see all of them again!
Next stop, SkyZone Trampoline Park; because every 25 year old celebrates at the trampoline park. Have you ever been to a trampoline park? We were the biggest people in there, but had SO MUCH FUN! We only booked time for an hour, and good thing, I don’t know how anyone could jump longer than that. Unless you’re 8, of course.
Jumping followed by dinner and drinks.
The Carnivore and I ducked out before the 25 year-olds got too crazy. It was 3/14/15, Pi Day, and we had yet to have any sort of pie. So at 10:00 p.m. we drove around Tulsa looking for the perfect slice. We first went to Antoinette Baking Co. on Brookside. By the time we parked and walked over, they were literally taping a sign to the window that read “NO MORE PIE.” Sad day. So we settled for Village Inn at 10:30 p.m. Village Inn at 10:30 consists of drunks, shift workers, and us. It was perfect. Fun fact: I used to know Pi to 100 decimal places. If that doesn’t say “I’m cool” I don’t know what does.
Sunday was even more partying! Birthday breakfast; birthday lunch at Chelsea’s finest, Prairie Rose Grill; and cake and ice cream with even more family. Gosh, this girl is loved.
We had a fantastic weekend in the 918, great weather, great food, and surrounded by all of our favorites. We rolled back into Norman late Sunday with full hearts, full bellies, and a few sore muscles.
I know I’ve shared this picture before, but it’s too good to not share again. Here’s to 25, sister bear!