Posts tagged Dreamboat
Dude, where's my phone?

Please forgive me creepers, I spent 2.5 weeks with T and it seems that all I have to talk about are stories where he is one of the leading characters. Now that I’m back in the 405, it seems my friends will intertwine back into my daily activities and we’ll get a little more balance. But, I do have a pretty funny story for you.

Picture this. It’s the Friday before Christmas and my birthday earrings have broken after a week accessorizing everything from sweat pants to my Sunday best. T and I brave the holiday traffic and venture to Charlotte’s SouthPark Mall.

Not at all related to this post; however, how great are these seats?

This particular mall is quite lovely housing stores from Kate Spade to Tiffanys and Nordstroms to Dillards. After sending my earrings off for repairs, we hop in the car making our way to the South Carolina state line. You see, we were off to the first stop of our whirlwind of a Tour de South.

Twenty five minutes later, we were approximately five miles from the mall in the midst of bumper to bumper traffic when I began to scramble for my phone.

“Call my phone?” phone rings…. “Hello, this is Tiffanys. I believe this phone has been forgotten…” silence.

As the car turned around, I giggled to myself. This was the beginning of me making silly mistakes and T patiently correcting them.

This guy is a keeper. He didn’t even get upset.

…. I would have been upset.

Editors* Note: If you’re reading this blog and happen to live in North Carolina – say hello. We may need to be friends within the next year or two.

*I, Brooke Clay, happen to be the editor. That’s also why there are a few typos here and there. This is a blog, not a novel, and we’re just keepin’ it real.

Tailgating.

https://twitter.com/heath440/status/203849902357348352 I was warned. I was warned before I flew more than 1,000 miles to see Dreamboat that I should wear reasonable shoes.

I thought I was.

Cute, comfy (by my standards) and they happen to be my favorite. It does help that they - black BCBG sandals - were purchased during Stillwater Crazy Days.

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Anyway. I'm in Charlotte. Last night I was spoiled by having pit tickets to the Dave Matthews Concert. I know, me - at Dave Matthews? I was surprised, too.

In my twenty-something years I've never tailgated for a concert. Clearly, I've been doing it wrong. I channeled my inner self from the Okstate vs. Arizona game and drank Cupcake wine out of my solo cup while watching various game of corn hole.

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Although I didn't know many DMB songs, it was impossible not to enjoy the concert from our spot. Fifteen feet from the stage, I sang all of the four songs I knew while making friends. To the adorable couple from Columbia, I wouldn't mind being as adorable as you are when I grow up. (and there's no way you've had 3 tiny humans - I'm not buying it.)

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This morning I admitted my feet were killing me. Literally, at one point I thought I was dying.

Pretty sure Dreamboat enjoyed being told he was right.

He will probably never happen again. Probably.

Anyway, hope you are all having a great week! I'll be busy trying to stay out of trouble in NC.

Packing.

When I think about my 3 weeks abroad in Europe a few things cross my mind: I made a few poor choices, I spent too much money, and how did I really only take one suitcase. Like most, I'm horrible at packing. An overpacker by nature, it just baffles me how much stuff I think I need.

So this morning when Dreamboat asked if I was just bringing a carry on. I laughed. Out loud.

Uhm? Have we met?

So. Here's to packing.

If you need me... I'll be watching last Thursday's Grey's (again) and drinking wine.

Let's just hope I make that 6:30 a.m. flight!

#EastCoastTrip

note: if you're trying to fill in the blanks... A few weeks after Dreamboat convinced me to go on a date (I use that term loosely) he took an amazing job and moved. Yeah, it's funny to me, too.