September 29, 2005


For you, Amie.

It's a shame you can't see that Scott guy (what was his last name anyways?) that was his best friend for like, forever in that picture. That picture is, well, I'm not sure how old; maybe 3 years now.

As much as I love downtown Tulsa, and all the old oil/energy company buildings, it's been a bad lover. Every friend that I've gone with, and given a slight glimpse of MY Tulsa, my love, has somehow fallen away from me. I can't blame Tulsa. I can only blame myself really. But damn, me and this girl had some great times.

All those nights walking up Boston with Amie, all the trips up the elevator at the Tulsa World (Hi Bob! I'm really sorry I wasted your time, and my talent.), my first time on the little BOK bridge with Greg, Mayfest, Oktoberfest, C4 Stephen and being on the Dreamworks list, walking with the girls to the Center of the Universe alone after midnight. Let's not forget all the trips with Bryan, and dragging around Alex and Victoria, and changing into Bryan's clothes in the middle of the street.

But back to the point. Amie, when I think of you, I think of Tulsa. I think of welded gates on the courthouse, of clocks striking midnight and of random quotes taped up in a window. I think of Village Inn coffee on Harvard at 3am. I think about Eastland Mall and Got Spunk stickers on old VW Beetles. I think about our reflections in a golden wrapped support beam.

My god, isn't she gorgeous?

Thanks for not forgetting me.


Posted by Courtney at September 29, 2005 10:58 PM
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