Boom! Nailed it!

Last Friday I flew from wee little Maryland to the great state of Texas to nervously meet see my "blog friend" Brandi. For those of you who know me, you know it took some balls. For those of you who don't know me...it took some balls.

I first found Brandi's blog in the summer of 2012. I followed it faithfully (aka hit refresh a few times each morning waiting for a new post) and I laughed a lot, cried a lot, but mostly I felt like someone had been through what I was going through. Things happened in my life that had made me pretty unhappy at the time and I knew she had been there too! I knew she had struggled with the same things and I was like, hey I like her, she knows how I feel! I remember the first time I emailed her, my ass was trying so damn hard to be funny, because surely if I was she'd be more likely to respond. Well, she did, and I was probably more excited than I needed to be. We emailed back and forth sporadically and she was always the one I was most excited to share my weight loss successes with annnd my embarrassing stories, because she'd laugh with, not at, and she'd never ever judge me. Over the past year, we became friends and we've talked about everything under the sun. Ev-er-y-thing.

A little while back I decided I'd had enough with the texting, gchatting, face timing, emailing and the occasional phone call...I wanted to hug it out. So I tested the waters and eventually said, "Sooo I think I'm gonna come down to Texas..." and I got a resounding, "Yayyy!"

I got down on Friday afternoon and FINALLY got to hug it out with my dear sausage-fingered friend! She's the perfect blend of beautiful, kind and hilarious. Oh and she greeted me with my favorite beverage upon arrival...bonus!! I also got to meet her handsome husband and her adorable boys. Like, seriously adorable. If I'd had more room in my suitcase I mayyyybe would've tried to sneak one (ok both) back.

 

Friday night we went to TopGolf with a group of friends and Kristen came to meet us! I met her through the blog/Instagram and she's sweet as can be!! I confirmed my statement that I'm no good at stick + ball sports! But I tried, and I ate a shitload of quesadillas oh and nachos oh and I drank too many bud lights so I'm pretty sure I thought I was a damn golf pro. I thought wrong! 

 

Saturday I got some solid alone time with Brandi which consisted of Starbucks, a sweet ass hangover and some inappropriate-for-little-ears conversation. Maybe I'm selfish, but I wish I coulda stretched that part out just a teensy bit longer. The rest of the day was spent at the fair. Kristen and Megan came too!! ALL THE FRIED THINGS!! Holy hell. Don't judge me (who am I kidding, I'd judge me) but here's the rundown of my fried food intake and my thoughts:

 

Fried Cuban Roll: Delicious shredded pork and some other stuff, not too shabby!

----- BEER -----

Fried Reese's: Chocolate syrup and powdered sugar on top? Ok fine. I think I actually FELT my heart start to beat slower on this one

----- BEER -----

Fried Thanksgiving Dinner: Turkey and stuffing and taters in a ball, fried, with gravy and cran for dipping...whoa that was good! Only regret was that Ben wasn't there to try it! Winner winner chicken turkey dinner!

Post fair we went back to the house to get ready and headed out for dinner and drinks! Due to my fashion idiocy, I ended up borrowing 80% of my outfit soooo you'll never see me in that again, ha! I will say that I wore heels all night with little to no bitching annnnd no tripsies! I will conquer you heels, you bastards! We only had to fend off one creeper at the bar and I blame Megan's studded leather shorts for that one. It was worth it for the amount of laughter that was enjoyed!! I heard someone utter the words, "last call" for the first time in a while, so that was pretty sweet.

 

 

Sunday morning I soaked up my cocktails with a greasy breakfast (because my fat intake was low) before hitting the road to the airport. It went quick, but it'll be a memorable trip! I think most of all it'll encourage me to do things that might seem a little scary, because chances are you'll end up stoked that you did it!

I mish you already.

Soooo...crabs, beers and shenanigans await you (and the fam). Come to Maryland, I fucking dare you.