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Maybe our mistakes make our fate…without them what would change our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart…and if you’re a very lucky person, just a plain ride away. ~Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City
I always think of my girlfriends when I see this quote, especially my Sex and the City Ladies- Ruth, Kristin, and Sarah. We used to try figuring out which of us was Charlotte, Miranda, Samantha, and Carrie. In my opinion, Sarah is definitely Samantha and Kristin is Charlotte. Ruth is probably more of Miranda but definitely has her Samantha moments. Leaving me as Carrie. Yes, I’m probably definitely a Carrie…Maybe with some Charlotte moments.
Where the heck am I going with this? See, this is what happens when I see this quote and start thinking about my ladies. So life has taken us all in different directions (literally): Ruth is in Northern California, Sarah is living in Bermuda (seriously!), Kristin is married and a home-owner in Columbus, and me, little Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, is analyzing the world from her apartment in Chicago. Well, this week I’m analyzing it from Cincinnati, Ohio- surrounded by the toys of two adorable children, Hazel & George, and their inspiring mother, Rebecca.
So what’s on my mind these days? Fate. Destiny. Serendipity. Call it what you will, but we all know what this means: The belief that our life is pre-determined. That ‘everything happens for a reason’. We’ve all heard that line before, whether we want to or not, but do we believe it?
Yesterday after a brief call with my mom, I received an unexpected email from my friend, Dina. Her lovely, thoughtful, encouraging words really touched me. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, Dina. Both my mom and Dina brought up- in their own way & words- hit on the concept of fate; of destiny; that everything happens for a reason. That people come into our life when the timing is right…for both of us. This was Dina’s point, not my mom’s. My mom thinks that it should just happen every single time I walk out the door. BAM! instant BFFs. POOF! love of my life.
Back to Dina’s point: It’s all about timing, ladies & gentlemen. So often, too often, we get so frustrated when things don’t pan out the way we want them to. I, too, fall into this category so I’ll speak for myself. We think that we’re absolutely, 100% ready for that job to be ours, to meet “The One” that we’ve been waiting for; however, we need to realize that in those scenarios, especially the latter one, that another party is involved. Therefore, it’s best to remember that even if you’re ready, perhaps the other person isn’t- yet.
Patience has never been my best quality. My own father will tell you that without a mere second thought. However, in my defense, I have gotten much better over the years. Andy Warhol said it best, “The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting.” True, true. Though let me add to that by saying that waiting for something helps you realize whether or not you really want it. But even if your decipher that you’re ready, perhaps the other part of the equation (the perfect job or the perfect guy/girl) isn’t quite ready for you. What do you think of that?
When you meet the supposed love of your life at twenty years old, it’s impossible to comprehend that it is not the right time…yet. It may be perceived as foolish, but instead it’s merely evidence that you have A LOT of growing up left to do before the time is right. As a wiser twenty-seven year old, I can tell you that timing is everything. Time provides us with the experience to discover who we are; take chances; and learn from our mistakes. Time allows us to figure out what we really want and what we’re willing to fight for. To quote (or paraphrase) a line from Sex and the City 2, which I just saw for the first time tonight: “Time does not matter. When we see one another, it’s wonderful.”
I know, all of my thoughts are fairly transparent as they center around people specifically. Yes, L.O.V.E. is a common factor in everything I’ve mentioned above- but not just romantic love. All of these may pertain to friends, family members, or mentors that have played a role in your development. See, new people enter (and re-enter) into our life each and every day, but (unfortunately) not all of them remain in our life. An example: When I was in middle school, one BFF after another slowly disappeared from my life. I couldn’t understand why and, as a result, I blamed myself for pushing them away. I look back now and realize how little I knew about life, about friendship back then. Not every friend you make is going to be in your life forever. It’s not necessarily anyone’s fault. That’s just how life is. As the line goes, everything happens for a reason.
But there are certain people who Fate brings to us, as Destiny whispers the secret that they are meant to be in our life forever. At times we just know ‘it’ at the first sight of them or through a bonding conversation. From there we cannot imagine life without them as we find ourselves feeling a sense of completeness with our other half by our side. Although, life isn’t always fair. People come and go. No rhyme nor reason will explain why…but time will. Over time we can see all of the answers that we spent sleepless nights and tears searching for. The answer is that sometimes we need these people in our lives to guide us along our path and sometimes those people need us to do the same for them
We really don’t think of it like that often, do we? That we come into another’s life to help him/her finding what they are looking for; to help them grow along their journey. Perhaps they needed someone like you to inspire and/or encourage them to keep fighting for what they want. Maybe you met them to introduce them to the love of their life. Fate does exist. People are meant to be together- in whatever context you like to believe in. However, it’s not always the way you think it should go.
Once upon a time, I met a guy that I believe(d) was my fate, my destiny, my everything happens for a reason. I waited patiently and very, very impatiently for years, believing that we were meant to be and therefore, time will bring us together again- somehow, someday. I fought the pains that showed me that he (us) was what I really wanted. But now, I foolishly admit that I really may have had it wrong all along. Instead I contemplate the real reason he first entered my life many years ago. Maybe, just maybe, he came into my life to remind me of where I came from? Or maybe, just maybe, I came into his life to remind him?
Let me first say that I spent my lunch break beginning a post highlighting my thoughts on this Moan-day. To put it best, today was not my day. But I’ve had many days like this to learn that you really do have to experience bad days like this one in order to appreciate the good that life brings our way…and it really does. This evening is one perfect example, and it’s all centered around the beauty that comes in the form of girl friends.
Stef and Rory, two of my saints here in Chicago, saved me from having an emotional breakdown this evening by providing me with quality girl time. Mix in some “Chicagoans are crazy” talk, a Mystic Tan, and some Starbucks, and I seriously felt 1000x better. Thank you so much, ladies!! To make it even better, I had another great conversation with Stef back at my apartment that had me feeling that I’m okay here. I really am.
After Stef left, I immediately received a text from my friend, Carrie, who I called back to discuss her & her husband’s upcoming trip to Chi next weekend. (Cubs’ game, here we come!) Afterwards I called Kristin, who answered the phone, “What are you doing calling? The Bachelorette is on.” I couldn’t stop laughing. And then, she told me that her husband, Jim, was watching it. I lost it completely.
Add in a love Facebook posting from Adriana saying exactly what I needed to hear: A reminder: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. And then a “meet my new friend who moved to Chicago” message from Jen. Topping of the evening, I just got another message from Alisha reminding me that she is my sister and therefore, always there for me.
Now I sit here, smiling- which I didn’t think was possible a few hours ago- as I think about the other fantastic girl friends that I have in my life. Darlene for her constant love and support. Ruth & Sarah for teaching me that your girl friends always have your back. Libby, Julie & Jen, who remind me that time and distance never changes the bond between best friends. That you have the opportunity to know someone will be your friend forever in just a few seconds, like I knew with Laura.
For me, life has never been about having a boyfriend. Sure, it would be nice but it’s never been a priority. I’ve learned to live life without a boyfriend, to the point where I’m not sure if I know how to live with one. However, a life without girl friends is a life not worth living. My friends are the reason that I am who I am today. No matter how bad my day is, I still find myself remembering how blessed I am to have these girls in my life.
I’ve always had difficulty opening up to others and letting them be there for me. I have a naturally tendency to what to be the one giving and never the one receiving. But I simply need to be the recipient sometimes. I need to rely on others to help me through my rough days. I’ve come a long way to realize this, but now that I have there’s really no turning back. I can only go forward, and as I do so I know that my friendships will only grow stronger.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. ~Anäis Nin
After a 6 am flight from Memphis, I finally made it back to Chicago earlier this morning. I have absolutely no intention of leaving this apartment today and enjoying this 1-day weekend of mine. Tomorrow is Monday….rut-roh….but I’m not going to waste this day complaining about that.
I have to give a shout-out to my friends in the South for this wonderful hospitality and general kindness. Also, for sharing their love for grits with me! While everyone was wonderful down there, two Southern Belles looked out for me: Sondra and Donna. Now both ladies were on my canceled flight yesterday and had the pleasure of accompanying me on the 6 am-er this morning.
One of the topics of conversation was none other than my life in Chicago. Once again I found myself giving the “living in Chicago is different then visiting” and them agreeing and supporting this “experience” in my life. I had a relevation during our morning coffee talk (Starbucks of course). Sondra, who has lived in Mississippi her entire life and was a young mother (as a teenager, I believe), found my lone-adventure to the big city quite admirable and uttering the infamous line, “I wish I had the courage to do that.” I used to say the same thing to people, like Ruth and Jay, who took the initiative to explore and ride the roller coaster of life. They are my inspirations and the reasons I looked fear in the face and said “I just don’t care” and made the move to The Windy City (gasp) almost 2 years ago! But as I opened up with to Sondra and and Donna, and Adriana imfamously said to me a few weeks ago, I think that Chicago is slowly breaking up with me, meaning my time here is ticking away. You live and you learn, and sometimes you learn that it’s just not what you want or what you need.
After arriving at O’Hare Airport, I found myself on the train with one of Chicago’s many crazies. No exaggeration, this guy was I.N.S.A.N.E. In a matter of 2 minutes, he was playing the harmonica, dancing around the train car, reciting some sort of religious prophecy, and talking to someone. Oh it feels (fill in adjective) to be ‘home’.
The commute to my apartment wasn’t all bad as I found myself talking with a fellow airport commuter, Monica. We had a great conversation about life in Chicago and the reality of the world we live in. She shared something with me that her aunt said to her when she moved to the city 13 years ago: You cannot be a perfectionist any longer. Riddle me this, riddle me that. As I discovered, Monica is a lot like me and I understand what she meant by this advice.
Call it morning grogginess or downright exhaustion, but I said something to Monica that I really haven’t voiced to another stranger before (other than my blog network, but hey, we’re friends now.) Anyways, I said that Chicago has made me cold and bitchier. I’m not my social self here, unlike how I am back in Pittsburgh, Ohio, and even in other cities (like Memphis, for example). Immediately upon my relocation I was shocked by the lack of manners people have as the thank you’s were rare and doors were literally slamming in my face left-to-right. Also, as I’ve mentioned to other friends, I swear I can sense crazy here. Like the guy on the train today, even before any word was said or harmonica was played, I sensed something was off- even before fully looking at him. I feel like I always have to be on guard here, never knowing when someone is going to snap. (Not kidding.)
I’m not myself here because I don’t feel like I can be. How can I call this my ‘home’ if I feel that way?
Pure and simple, I cannot. These past few days a lot of people have asked me where I’m from, and without thinking I have responded, each and every time, “I am currently living in Chicago.” Anyone want to psychoanalyze that response?
I could probably go on and on, but I think a workout is more important that my rambling, so I’ll spare you. But I’ll leave you with this:
I constantly stress the importance of my friends and family and the influence that they have on me. I look to them for advice, guidance, and support. They are soundboards for my random thoughts and anxiety-riddent emotional breakdowns. I never feel like I can thank them enough, and so I will continue.
However, I rarely point out the influence that strangers and random folks have on me. Today is just one example of the people that touch my life in unexpected ways. Sondra, Donna, and Monica are just three of those people that have helped me see things in a different light. In a way they’ve helped me grow by forcing me to re-connect with myself and possibly change my thoughts, feelings, and actions.
People come into our lives every day, and some we converse with, while others we observe. Rarely do we realize the impact that these people have on us because we’re too caught up in our own little world. Cough…cell phones…cough.
This weekend, I realized how I’m looking for answers, or perhaps approval, from certain people in my life- my mom being one of them. But today I sit here reminded that the only approval I need is from myself. I have the answers within, but I just need to listen to me more.
The stuff that we go through in life- the negative and the knocks- we can choose to take us down, or we can choose to stand up or rise up and make us even more brillant and beautiful. (Mia Michaels, So You Think You Can Dance)
In a recent interveiw in Marie Clare, Sarah Jessica Parker was quoted as saying, “Playing Carrie (Bradshaw in Sex and the City) has helped me become a better friend.”
To play off SJP’s quote, let me say that by being friends with the birthday girl, Ruth Sharp, I have become a better friend. She has been a wonderful friend to me, our mutual friends, and other friends of her- this is just something I know to be true. Ruth is more than a friend to me, she is like a big sister.
I look up to Ruth so much- always have, always will. She has influenced me much more than I give her credit for. It is because of Ruth that I have the strength to take chances and go after my dreams, by following her example.
Happy Birthday, Ruth! I love you, my dear friend/big sister!
As mentioned in last Tuesday’s post, I am going to divulge the details from my past, well since graduating high school, up until this point. This June marks my 4th anniversary as an Ohio U alum, and therefore I feel the need to look back on all of my Junes, beginning with June 2002- when I graduated from my alma mater, Hampton High School.
One morning in June 2005 I sat in the Convo and watched these girls say goodbye to their college days in their caps and gowns. While I watched these girls, who had become sisters to me, I was overcome with a surplus of emotions- one being pride. I was so happy to share this moment with my friends.
Another thought crossed my mind as I sat in peanut-heaven taking in the graduation scenario: This was going to be me down there, in my cap and gown, in exactly one year.
These four girls, Kristin, Ruth, Sarah, and Carrie, came into my life during my junior year at OU- shortly after my 21st birthday. They are also known as the “Lancaster Girls” and my Sex and the City ladies too. I also hold them responsible for corrupting me- all in good fun of course. And speaking of fun, we sure had a lot of good times! during our many, many nights with up on Court Street.
June 2005 marked the end of another great year at OU, and was the beginning of many changes for me. These four ladies were not returning to Athens with me the following year, so I as proud as I was of them, I was certainly distraught wondering who I would be spending my time with. Sure, I had my other friends- including Brandon, Libby, Mike, Jackie, etc.- but I literally spent most of my time with these four ladies. Like I said, they were sisters to me. Those four girls, and Jackie too, taught me to be strong; to be confident; to believe in myself; to be who I am. They showed me that you always look out for your girl friends, no matter what, and that your girl friends are your real soulmates. They helped me see that I was beautiful just the way I am, flaws and all.
Even before the girls graduate, I began thinking, what am I going to do (next year) without them? I couldn’t imagine my life without them. My spring quarter literally revolved around them, as I’d wake up (usually hungover), go to class until noon (perfect college schedule), Sarah would pick me up and we’d go lay out, then get ready to head out for another night on Court Street. I was living the College Dream…or so I thought.
One night, before heading back to Pittsburgh, Sarah and I began the night pre-gaming in my house before meeting the others up on Court Street. (Honestly, I cannot even remember who we met since most people had already gone home for the summer.) I have one thing to say about that night, and a whole lot of regrets: Bacardi 151. The rest of the night is very blurry, but one thing I kinda-sorta remember is being at The Junction believing that I was talking to my new roommate Jay (and a girl ‘he’ was with). It wasn’t until the next morning, after waking up next to Sarah on our front porch, that I thought, Jay doesn’t have a short ponytail so that couldn’t have been him. That night changed it all. For the rest of the summer, I swore off drinking to cut out all the BS and distractions that accompany alcohol. I finally recognized that I had gotten too caught up in the OU party scene and all I really had to remember it by was the hot mess that had become my life.
For many reasons, including the one I just mentioned, my anxiety levels were skyrocketing during the summer of 2004. After being home in Pittsburgh for the remainder of June and beginning of July, working for Kraft (my dad’s employer), I began summer session in Athens…while still working for Kraft. Let me simplify that. On Sunday night, I drove to Athens, OH to play student for the week and then as soon as class ended on Thursday afternoon, I drove back to Pittsburgh, PA to play Kraft summer employee. I’m not going to complain, but yes, it was exhausting.
Despite the back-and-forth, I had an A.MAY.ZING. summer- when I was in Athens. It was during that summer that I truly fell in love with my college town. I felt so content and at peace during this time, like the campus was mine. It was a great change from the usual chaos that consumed Athens during the school year.
I did a lot of thinking that summer, some prompted by the two English courses I was enrolled in and the fabulous professor that is Jeremy Webster. Other thoughts were provoked from spending time with the Rebecca, Karrie, and Dusty. It was so nice to spend more time with them, without any other distractions getting in the way.
My time in Athens that summer also allotted me time with the always-fabulous and entertaining Joe Zummo. After he’d talk to his girlfriend, Renee, on the phone, Joe would head over (sometimes with a 6-pack) and we’d sit on the 10 Hocking porch and talk about everything and nothing at all. Some days he’d just tell me one popsicle joke after another, and other days he’d open up about how his hopes for the coming school- one being to become better friends with the beloved Casey. To be honest, I wanted that for him too.
Part of me didn’t want that summer to end, for a few reasons. While I was anxious for my friends to arrive and enjoy my new Athens with me, I also recognized that it meant I would be one day closer to the end of my OU days as graduation became more real to me.
No matter what, Senior Year was another A.MAY.ZING. time at OU for me. New roommates (Jay, Mike, and Amanda) brought about many new friends (Ashley, Jenni “BaFaFa”, Jenny- just to name a few), and of course I was lucky to still have some of my favorites like Libby, Brandon, Mike, and Phill still there with me.
This is another time in my life that I wish I could get back. Re-do senior year at OU…YES, PLEASE! I wish I knew then what I know now-thoughts constantly play in my mind. I know I’d do things differently based on what I’ve learned since then, and who I am today. For one I would have let that boy know exactly how I felt about him, once and for all. And second, I would have switched over to that Child Life Specialist position. These are just two of the things I know that I would have done, but what’s done is done. I also wish I was strong back then; that I believed in myself more; and that I lived more freely without having any regrets. Woulda, coulda, shoulda…
Even having to live with these regrets now, I am grateful for what I learned that summer. For it is because of my experiences, my mistakes, and my woulda-coulda-shouldas, that I can look back today remembering how much I’ve grown since then, and how I’ll continue to seek to better myself each and every day.
You know people say how important a college education is, and I will not disagree. However, a college education isn’t just what you learn from textbooks, research papers, and all-night cram sessions, but rather it’s what you learn about yourself that makes the experience worthwhile.
Notes: The title of this blog is lyrics from the song Murder on the Dance Floor, which is a favorite of these lovely Lancaster girl friends of mine. Not only was it on The Pub Mix, but it was also dedicated to the OU girls at Kristin’s wedding.
And the portait of Court Street above is wonderful and available for purchase. Check out Ellen Pettey Photography at http://ellenpettey.com/ to order your own! Look through her galleries for others that may interest you as well.
Hangover. That’s what the five girls in the hotel room in downtown Columbus were experience on the morning of Saturday, April 10th. For some reason, we woke up around 7:30 – 8:00 am and the madness began a little bit after. Okay, maybe some of us/them were still drunk because it was it was a complete shit-show for the next few minutes. There’s never a dull moment with these girls. And out of respect, I won’t go into details- even though I doubt they’d even care.
We showered, got dressed, and cleaned up the hotel room before heading out to grab some breakfast up at Easton. Sarah, being Sarah, was craving McDonald’s so she headed that way why Jackie dropped me off at Starbucks (of course) before we drove up to one of our favorite places. Apparently the girls wanted burgers at 11 am so we headed over to Red Robin with Kristin and Ruth. (Sarah already ate so she went shopping instead.) After ordering our meals, the quote of the morning belonged to Jackie- much to our surprise. “Can I order a beer?” (Barf.) Prompting Ruth to ask, “Can I get one too?” (Barf again.) I had to take a photo of this, which Kristin in the background making the expression that I was feeling.
Breakfast was good, but being a breakfast food kinda girl I would have preferred Bob Evans over the grease. Ruth had to get back to Lancaster for family photos and Kristin was ready for a nap, so Jackie, Sarah, and I headed up for some shopping at Polaris (a mall in Westerville- near Julie’s parents’ house). We spent awhile in Forever XXI before being shopped out and decided to head to L-Town ourselves.
Sarah had to get to her bridesmaid dress fitting (for Kristin’s wedding), leaving Jackie and I to fend for ourselves. So what did we do for our date? Manis and Pedis at the ever-so-lovely Lancaster Mall. While waiting for our walk-in appointment, I dragged Jackie over to Spencers. Jackpot! I found so much stuff for Julie’s upcoming Bachelorette Party that I was hosting in a week (at the time…now it’s in 3 days!). I should say that Julie is definitely a girl-next-door, Christian girl so this Bachelorette Party is definitely Rated G- maybe a bit PG since alcohol could/most likely will end up playing a role.
After our extremely relaxing mani (for me) and pedi (for Jackie), we ran to Meijer (I heart Meijer) to pick up some chips and guacamole (I heart guac) for the cookout at Ruth’s house that her parents were hosting for us and their family. Instead of indulging you in all of the details, I’ll just say this: Ruth’s older brothers (who both have kids) were trashed. Apparently they finished a bottle of Grey Goose in two hours. At first they were very entertaining, but then it got to be too much. I enjoyed my time with her family, especially being able to spend some time with her nephews and extremely adorable niece. Baby fever continued.
We ate and hung out for a bit, but then Carrie drove me back to her house to shower and get ready for the night out at Cricket’s. I really want to tell you all about Cricket’s and our infamous nights there, but I could go on all night. Instead I’ll give a brief description by saying that it is (was) the bar to be at in L-Town and the location of many late nights (including one ending at 5 am with the sun coming out…not kidding…it was classic.) If those walls could talk…
Unlike many other nights, this Saturday was an extremely low-key night Cricket’s, which was just what we needed. We were all so tired from the previous night and tomorrow was the Bridal Shower so we had a busy day. But we still stayed at Cricket’s for awhile, but really just enjoyed some great conversation and girl time (with Ben, Carrie’s husband). Cricket’s was empty, so Matt (manager & Kristin’s long-lost crush) made his way over to our table frequently. In my opinion, he’s a good guy, but I know Ruth has her own opinion. After talking to Matt about the infamous Brave Bull shots that we first had two years ago, he made them for us- all of us. In fact, he sent them over on a paddle with our server.
Now I honestly don’t know the whole story, nor am I sure I want to, but apparently L-Towners/loyal Cricketers enjoy using the paddle and/or spatula in that bar (?). I’ve witnessed it on a few occasions, but I absolutely have no idea how it got started. Oh well. We stayed until about 1:30 am or so before Jackie, Ruth and I got dropped off at Ruth’s parents’ house. We had every intention on going in the hot tub when Sarah got there, but after putting our pjs on…yeah, it was bed time instead. Before going to bed though I had a great conversation with Ruth…one that I’d be looking forward to. See, Ruth had lived in Chicago during grad school and moved (from Chi-town) for a position with the Air Force shortly before I relocated. (Bummer.)
I’ve communicated with Ruth since moving here and been open about how difficult the adjustment has been and my anxieties about living here. It was comforting to hear Ruth say that she experienced many of the same issues when she came here, and that it took her about a year (or more) to really feel okay being in Chicago. I wish she still lived here. Like many of my other friends, gives me unconditional love and support. Her strength makes me strive to be stronger. In fact, so every time Ruth would come back to Lancaster/Columbus while she lived in Chicago, I’d always tell her how I admired her for moving to a new, big city by herself. I’d say, “I wish I could do that.” Well, it’s because of her that I did do it and I’m here, in Chicago, now. So truly, thank you, Ruth.
I woke up Sunday morning on Ruth’s parents’ couch. Jackie was showering so I joined the Sharp ladies in a conversation. While Ruth got ready, I had an wonderful conversation with her mom. We talked a lot of things in general, but got into this great conversation about mothers/daughters and how much she misses Ruth- being that she lives in San Fran right now. Her mom even teared up. The whole time I thought about my mom, and how much I miss living near her.
Sarah eventually came to pick me up to run errands before Kristin’s shower. We ran to Walmart, picking up TP for a shower game. By the time we got to Kristin’s parents house, her family was already there setting up…and to my surprise, Jim was there too! I hadn’t seen him since I moved. Let me rewind. While living in Columbus, I spent a lot of weekend nights out with Kristin and Jim, and about 1-2 per month Kristin and I would go visit Jim at his restaurant, Tria. I’ll stop from going on a trip down memory lane for now.
Jim and the men headed out for beer…I mean golf…leaving us ladies to have some fun of our own. The Young’s basement was transformed into an elegant party fit for the princess herself. She even had a throne!! It looked gorgeous and added a lot of decadence to the shower. Kristin was in her glory, as was her mom. There were about 30 women there- family members, friends, co-workers, neighbors. I’ll spare you from hearing the details of the shower, but let me share some memorable moments.
So this is what the TP was for. Me and some of the younger attendees (Jim’s niece and family friends) were the victims in the dress the bride game. It was actually a lot of fun, although my dress didn’t win- but A for effort to Carrie and Christie. And what about Kristin’s Dolly Parton dress? (Yes, this was the product of Sarah and Ruth having too much fun with TP.)
Following the game, we headed back inside to allow Kristin to open her gifts. Now I’m sure you don’t want to read all about that, so I’ll just share a few special ones (that I happen to have photos of).
So Kristin’s cousin, Anna, who is one of her best friends (and a sophomore at OU), drew a picture of Kristin’s baby, George (her dog). Kristin immediately teared up, and I think Anna and Mrs. Young may have too. It was very sweet.
And perhaps the most touching moment, for me, was when Kristin opened this gift from her mother. It’s a heart-shaped white wicker picnic basket. There’s a story behind it. When Kristin and her mom were shopping at the mall one day when Kristin was in middle/high school, she saw this at Things Remembered and fell in love with it. So Cindy went back and purchased it, waiting until this special occasion to give it to her daughter. Tear. I mean how sweet is that? That is something that I would do…and probably my mom too.
The party ended shortly after. Sarah was having dinner with my family, so I headed home with Carrie to spend time with her and Ben before my late night trip on Megabus back to Chi-Town. I have to say that Carrie and Ben are such a lovely couple. So gracious, warm, and easy-going people. I felt like such an inconvenience making them deal with me, but now I know that’s just what friends do. Sarah arrived back a few hours later and we headed downtown to catch the bus.
Much to our surprise, the bus was there when I arrived. The weekend was so exhausting, but since I was able to get wi-fi I decided to stay up for awhile and check/respond to email. However, I finally got my eyes closing and decided it was time for good night. But the always-adventurous Megabus had different plans for me. No joke. At 2 am-ish, we were forced to unboard the bus at a gas station and mosing around like Zombies for at least 30 minutes while they filled the bus up with gas. Seriously? We finally got back on, after I downed a whole bag of trail mix. (I showed the evidence in a previous post, just so I knew it wasn’t a dream.)
The bus arrived in downtown Chi-town on schedule around 6:30 am. I was exhausted. And I had to work in 90 minutes. Knowing that and the fact that my luggage was broken, I hopped in a cab. And shortly arriving back at my apartment after an A.MAY.ZING. weekend in Columbus, I hit up my favorite Starbucks and chatted with my barista friends…letting them know that I’d be back later for more caffeine.