Instead of the usual the Saturday night dinner of savoring supreme pizza on the leather couch while drinking a cold IPA beer and watching Mad Men, Mr. B and I ventured to City Park for a picnic.

City Park is a usual running spot, but tonight we enjoyed a different view. We played Frisbee in the damp grass and even managed to break a slight sweat. I am still not as good as Mr. B but I can hang.

Dinner was what I consider a grown up version of a BLT. Goat cheese, arugula, bacon, heirloom tomato, oh my! To wash everything down, we brought a bottle of Italian red wine and kept it classy by drinking out of our plastic Tulsa Driller cups.

It was nice  to be outside, smelling the fresh air and hearing the leaves fall to the ground, creates such a peaceful place in my mind. I can take a deep breath and just relax.

I definitely see more picnics in the future, it just might be on top of a snow packed mountain next time.