Just a Norman Weekend

I had one goal, and one goal only this weekend... and that was to take all of the pictures. My last couple weekend recaps have been Charles Barkley turrrible, even though my weekends have been so eventful. There is something about taking a billion pictures that makes me feel like I'm being rude to my company. But when the company-o-the-weekend includes two of your favorite people in the world, they tend to understand! 
Friday night one of my best friends, Laura flew in to Dallas and we promptly proceeded to tear up Deep Ellum hitting up three or four different places. What can I say, I don't really believe in hunkering down for the night! 

  Then for our next trick, we got the best pizza in the world, Serious Pizza. Is it the best because it is the biggest? Or is it the best because it is actually the best? I don't know, and I don't care because look at this thing... 

  And for those of you wondering, this is not the biggest size they offer. 
The next morning afternoon, we loaded up the car and headed to Norman, Oklahoma to see the Vols take on the Sooners. But first....

  Naturally, we stopped for necessities... fireball. On the walk to the stadium we found these two tickets, or what I like to call... finding $200+. 

  Although I had full intention of immediately holding the number two up in the air for the rest of the walk, Chalupa Bamtan insisted we give them away, claiming good Karma would come to us. Hustler Sarah was sitting on my right shoulder saying, "Hold two up right now and get that money, girl"... while Chalupa Batman was sitting on my left shoulder saying, "Do the right thing, karma will come your way..." 
I listened to Chalupa Batman. I can't believe I did, but I did. I'm not sure my life could get any better than it is right now, nor could I be with anyone who makes me happier, so I'm anxious to see what this karma is that he claims is coming. I bet it is gonna be good! 
After handing the tickets off to two guys that were looking to buy tickets (I'm sure we made their day, or perhaps they turned around and sold them for 100% profit like I would have done) we headed on in to our own seats, which were insane...

  We were row 7. It was pretty sweet. The fans, all day long, could not have been kinder to us. Maybe it is because I'm used to dealing with other SEC schools, or maybe Oklahoma fans are just great people, but either way, we had a first class experience. 
At one point, the VOLS were in the red zone, so I thought it would be a sweet idea to take pictures during the play, hoping to get an in-air touchdown grab captured on my iPhone. Instead, I got a picture of the interception that was run back 100 yards for a touchdown. Cool beans. 

  And off the guy in red goes down the field... Whoops. My B, y'all. 
After the game, we did some galavanting around Norman's bars. And then I saw this guy and was offended. Although, I realize this was not exactly directed at the beautiful shade of VOL orange, I still needed a picture with my koozie.  

We also accidentally stood in a long line for one place, only to learn that it was a strip club. Just a suggestion Oklahoma, you should really be more clear with your signage. The name Sugars is really not a helpful description for out-of-towners. 
Here we are, showing off our face tattoos at a bar that was not called Sugars.   

   The next day, we slowly but surely headed home and watched football all day while enjoying the beautiful Dallas sunset from my apartment. 

  I give this weekend an A++++. And for those of you curious, yes I have tons of absolutely adorable pics on my phone of me and Chalupa Batman at the game. But alas, on my phone is where they'll stay.    *sad face emoji inserted*