Brush That Snow Off Your Shoulder
Hello gorgeous friends! I cannot fully express how grateful I am for all of you. Starting Friday morning and continuing throughout the whole weekend, I have been brought to tears countless times. Tears of both utter happiness and sadness in response to your amazing comments and emails. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but an urge in my gut told me to share. And, as you know my snackie ways, I always go with my gut. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
The overwhelming responses made me want to go out and celebrate life even more than normal. I knew Friday was going to be a fabulous night from the start:
I picked up Banana and together we headed to Muffin’s for a party! Muff invited her staff (she’s the editor of our school newspaper) over for a night of mayhem, as defined by Facebook. Ready to let loose, I hopped to Muffin’s forgetting something.
I didn’t have my camera on me, so that’s all I have from that night! Lame-azoid, I know. Lo siento. In the morning, though, I had a chance to pop by my house to fetch the camera before Muff and I continued to Casa Lopez for brunch. I devoured my new fave:
Despite wanting to curl into the fetal position post-lunch, Muffin (and by default, I) had obligations:
Where could we be? The Convocation Center for an OU women’s basketball game. Now, if you know me at all you’ll understand that I don’t get sports. I am amazed by the connection people can feel to a team, but I lack that gene. Because of my height, I’m often asked whether I play basketball or volleyball. Oh honey, my athletic skills are limited to the dance floor. So while we waited for halftime– the real reason we were there– I tried my best to focus:
But mostly forgot there was a game going on. People and surroundings are much more fascinating to me:
Twenty minutes later, my girl was honored by the Women’s Center for being an outstanding female leader. Here’s my little girl along with the other women in line:
We jetted as soon as she got off the court.
After a few hours of rest and relaxation, we got ready for another night of so-called mayhem:
One of our friends had a party next door to Muff’s house, so we stopped by for an hour or two. Do you ever feel as though you just don’t fit in? I felt a bit like that at this party. While hipster boys are absolutely adorable, I don’t think I was arty enough for the scene. Or perhaps I shouldn’t have been gyrating my hips on the dance floor and singing Beyoncé to Muffin. We tried to make the most of it, as always:
The only things missing? Beards and plastic-framed glasses. We left the Pabsts and party behind in search of a better home for our dancing. You just gotta brush that snow off your shoulder and move onward:
The walk uptown was quite beautiful and serene:
Serenity quickly came to a close:
To those of you who are frightened, I am not ashamed to say that I dance with that much commitment all the time. It could be the middle of the day, in a grocery store, in a newsroom, brews or no brews— it’s of no matter. I can say, though, that dancing on elevated surfaces makes things a bit more exciting:
It was at this time that Banana joined us, and she wasn’t afraid to get down, either:
Dancing stopped only to chat with friends. Or to take pictures of them:
Photo snapped, I returned to crumping:
One fine gentleman asked me if I was an athlete. I replied: “No, I just dance.” He then asked if I’d ever played volleyball. Just because I’m tall does not mean I have the skills for that! He also asked if I do squats. Buh-bye.
Thoroughly exhausted and famished from the night’s activities, my ladies and I hit up the gas station for nighttime essentials:
Indecision led to Doritos, Baked Ruffles, Combos and Honey Nut Chex Mix. Once home, we snacked our faces off and ranted about men and ex-friends. We are such girls.
I awoke before the others Sunday morning, and I could not resist taking this picture:
How lucky am I to wake up to those ladies? Although, it was some kind of feat with all three of us sharing that bed.
The rest of my Sunday included a workout, food and hanging out at the newsroom. I have to jet, though, because I have a huge project to which I must return. One hint:
I have zero InDesign knowledge, so it’s going to be a long, late night. I’ll be able to brush that sleeplessness off when I have a final product that I love. And a weekend full of loving and living life was definitely worth the project procrastination.
Ciao for now,
QUESTIONS: Do you love sports or do you just not get it? AND How did YOU love and live life this weekend? AND What’s your favorite chip-aisle snack?
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