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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZelIdyGpzI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ur-DG2ykzGA/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZelIdyGpzI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ur-DG2ykzGA/s400/DSC03694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302888651104364338" border="0" /></a>I'm sitting here with a glass of sweet wine, uploading my photos from the evening of my fifth Valentine's Day as a married chick and my first as a mom.<br /><br />It was a great time. I roamed T-Town not just glad to get out among the living, but also proud to know I had a diaper in the secret compartment of my purse, along with a toy starfish and a binkie. Just in case.<br /><br />Romantic, eh?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekzicaGWI/AAAAAAAAArI/LiJi6k7cbBg/s1600-h/DSC03687-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekzicaGWI/AAAAAAAAArI/LiJi6k7cbBg/s400/DSC03687-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302888291578288482" border="0" /></a>Our first stop of the evening was the cozy little dining room at <a href="http://www.bodean.net/Bigahome.html">Biga</a>, a restaurant at 4329 S. Peoria by <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;hs=qYu&amp;q=tuck+curren+tulsa%2C+OK&amp;btnG=Search">one of the best chefs in town</a>. We had lobster ravioli and these amazing, perfectly cooked scallops; then, some cannolis. After, a short nap, because that's the only way to recover from a dinner so ever-loving GOOD.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekpJo-LdI/AAAAAAAAArA/MBo_WJHligM/s1600-h/DSC03688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekpJo-LdI/AAAAAAAAArA/MBo_WJHligM/s400/DSC03688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302888113121406418" border="0" /></a>"Hey, honey, wave to the Tasha Does Tulsa readers!" Heh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekWm5gfXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CWG8NdvzX0Y/s1600-h/DSC03691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekWm5gfXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CWG8NdvzX0Y/s400/DSC03691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302887794557877618" border="0" /></a>So, <a href="http://www.bokcenter.com/events.asp?id=11&amp;pid=148&amp;task=display">Skate Date</a>. I was really looking forward to busting it on the ice, but alas:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejGOlt4-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_jrNfqXfjlU/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejGOlt4-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/_jrNfqXfjlU/s400/DSC03707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886413642884066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejlJpF4FI/AAAAAAAAAqY/TzShrxMkQ0I/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejlJpF4FI/AAAAAAAAAqY/TzShrxMkQ0I/s400/DSC03699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886944890806354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejbNIneJI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SuYUb2r2cYA/s1600-h/DSC03701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejbNIneJI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SuYUb2r2cYA/s400/DSC03701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886774029645970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejPxWaumI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bVowffbQkwA/s1600-h/DSC03703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejPxWaumI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bVowffbQkwA/s400/DSC03703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886577592777314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekJypCN1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/oX2SDexPWmE/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZekJypCN1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/oX2SDexPWmE/s400/DSC03692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302887574371710802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejzXvsqaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Q2JbhIbBJCI/s1600-h/DSC03698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejzXvsqaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Q2JbhIbBJCI/s400/DSC03698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302887189194779042" border="0" /></a>Ack! The chaos! My agoraphobia! The port I had with those cannolis! It was pure craziness, I tell you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejAVQuTkI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SRgm1CBpZJI/s1600-h/DSC03708.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZejAVQuTkI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SRgm1CBpZJI/s400/DSC03708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886312354664002" border="0" /></a>Oh! Horses. A carriage. No restaurants or clubs within view of the main entrance of the BOK Center. Idyllic!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZei5fVlnwI/AAAAAAAAApw/dlvYNkth7Qo/s1600-h/DSC03710.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZei5fVlnwI/AAAAAAAAApw/dlvYNkth7Qo/s400/DSC03710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886194800336642" border="0" /></a>But what a main entrance it is. Wow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiqkJi7qI/AAAAAAAAApo/wJiTNwFBKvo/s1600-h/DSC03712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiqkJi7qI/AAAAAAAAApo/wJiTNwFBKvo/s400/DSC03712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885938393968290" border="0" /></a>There's nothing like good coffee to assuage one's sadness at not having the opportunity to embarass oneself by wiping out in front of hundreds of strangers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeifoyVx_I/AAAAAAAAApg/suuRmB3lRtY/s1600-h/DSC03713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeifoyVx_I/AAAAAAAAApg/suuRmB3lRtY/s400/DSC03713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885750660253682" border="0" /></a>Oh, cute little coffeehouse Valentine's cookies, how I loved you. Blue ones, too, even though I didn't quite get the color choice. And that's okay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiZk0w3rI/AAAAAAAAApY/iyPpNApFetY/s1600-h/DSC03714.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiZk0w3rI/AAAAAAAAApY/iyPpNApFetY/s400/DSC03714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885646517460658" border="0" /></a>I love <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/coffeehouseoncherrystreet">The Coffee House on Cherry Street</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiNc7M_8I/AAAAAAAAApI/KVwXuplxK4c/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZeiNc7M_8I/AAAAAAAAApI/KVwXuplxK4c/s400/DSC03717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885438238556098" border="0" /></a>Apparently, so does everyone else in town. That place was packed tonight.<br /><br />We ended the evening with our standard rummage through the bargain bins at Borders before heading home for one last game of "chase" with our little man.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZerQ8MD65I/AAAAAAAAArY/gyHi9hGyiSg/s1600-h/DSC03613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SZerQ8MD65I/AAAAAAAAArY/gyHi9hGyiSg/s400/DSC03613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302895393775020946" border="0" /></a>I love how that game always ends in the same way.<br /><br />Valentine's Day 2009: Success! Even if we didn't stay out all night or bring the house down or whatever it is the kids are saying these days.<br /><br />Have a good rest of the weekend, everyone!