It’s hard to believe we’ve been married for two weeks already. We spent almost two years planning our wedding, using almost every free moment to make favors or book vendors or stress about how much all this postage is costing us for invites, RSVPs, thank-you cards … those stamps add up! #ThanksUSPS
But it was all worth it. The day came together better than we could’ve ever imagined, and everyone there had the time of their lives (I’m not even going to try to be modest, our wedding ruled). A lot of that had to do with our guests, AKA da lyfe of da partee AKA the life of the party. I can’t stop looking at everyone’s pictures and videos and reliving that day in my head, and it makes me incredibly happy to know that we were able to all come together and have a great time. (We even had our own Snapchat filter ~so fancy~) Continue reading “Vinsamity 2017”→
Yay Christmastime! Even though it’s over *sad face*
Christmas has and always will be my favorite time of year. I’m not sure why; it could be the gifts, it could be the lights, it could be the only thing that makes winter bearable, but this post isn’t about that. Instead, it’s about one of my favorite activities to do during the Christmas Season.
It’s hard to believe a week has already passed since we were in Dallas. Actually, at this exact time one week ago, I think I was passed out due to drinking pretty much non-stop during the previous 24 hours. Nice job, Sammerz.
Our trip began with our flight being delayed by two hours. It wasn’t all bad though, as this gave us ample time to gulp down plenty of $9 beers from the airport Chili’s before grabbing an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and boarding our flight, on which we continued to drink. By the time we made our descent into Dallas, we were six songs deep into an epic mid-air, drunken lip-sync battle. (I hate myself for using the word epic.)
First of all: blog post title or title of a historical novel?
We went to New Orleans a couple months ago (yes I know, I’m the worst at blogging) and as usual, it did not disappoint. We locked down a MUTHA-EFFIN’ wedding venue!! The MUTHA-EFFIN’ was definitely necessary in the previous sentence as it conveys how pumped I am about the location. Let’s recap, shall we?
Milwaukee to San Francisco. San Francisco to Big Sur. Big Sur to Santa Clara. Santa Clara to San Francisco. San Francisco to Milwaukee. All in just eight days. Visiting each of those respective cities is exciting on its own, but we explored beyond each city and had many unforgettable adventures. Just take a look at these gems:
Can I sufficiently summarize our trip? No. Will I try? Sure.
This is the song I am referring to in the title of this post:
Just like Stevie can’t wait for … more hairspray? another shawl? more coke? (Yea, I NAILED that subtle drug joke), I can’t wait to go to California in just 56 days. Fifty-six days, ya’ll! To say I am excited would be a sick understatement, and I don’t mean sick in the good way. I mean, check out this awesome cabin we booked.
My boyfriend and I went to St. Louis last weekend and it was exactly what we needed. Sure, it’s only six hours away from where we live and it’s still in the midwest, not to mention it doesn’t have that great of a reputation, but it was exciting to get out of town for a few days and hit up the Lou (lol I am just realizing that sounds like I could be talking about a bathroom).
Fleetwood Mac returned to Chicago last Thursday and Friday and they were AMAZING. At least on Friday they were amazing. I’d like to think they weren’t as amazing on Thursday because I wasn’t in attendance, but I’m sure they kicked ass as usual. Of course I was too busy ranting and raving about David Bowie last week to really touch on how excited I was to go to the F.Mac concert, but trust me, I was stoked. (LOL I just used the word stoked in an unjoking manner. Dafuq.)
Anyway, my boyfriend bought the Fleetwood Mac tickets for me way back near the beginning of 2014 because I threatened I would rip out his throat if he didn’t he’s the best in the world. I had just seen Fleetwood Mac in 2013 and wasn’t planning on seeing them again for a while, but then they announced that Christine McVie was rejoining the band, so it was a given that we needed to see them. Who knows how long these people are going to be able to keep doing this, ya know?! And I couldn’t be happier that we did see them. Just check out their setlist:
David Bowie Is opened in Chicago this past week, and I will be visiting the exhibit on Friday. Needless to say I’m excited. Really fucking excited. Even after skimming this review, I know that it will be awesome. At least it better be. Not only do I have to battle traffic in Chicago, but I will also have to pay for parking, attend the exhibit with numerous other annoying people, etc. etc.
First of all, can we talk about how in that review that I referenced earlier, there is someone in attendance who DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHO DAVID BOWIE IS?!! Umm, are you 5 years old or something? Are you Vincent Adultman from Bojack Horseman? Go away. If there is anyone like that at the exhibit when I attend on Friday, I will flip shit. (I will actually probably just complain to my boyfriend the whole time, who will tell me to calm down and mind my own business because I don’t know anything about Bowie either. Whatevz.)
I am not in any way claiming to be a Bowie expert; rather, I am an avid fan. Scratch that, an avid fair weather fan (bonus points to me for incorporating a sports phrase!). I know (most of) his hits and I’ve read one biography, so I have a pretty good grasp on Bowie. But, I mean, I didn’t see The Labyrinth until a few months ago. However, like that dude says in his blog post, people tend to “describe David Bowie with respect to [themselves].” I am not an exception to this rule, and I aspire to be an all-knowing Bowie babe someday. Until then, I’ll make lists of my top-5 Bowie tracks for the time being.
Well, we did it. Boyfriend and I saved up for over 9 months and went to New Orleans this past weekend. But we didn’t just go to New Orleans. We went for the ultimate of wrestling events: Wrestlemania.
Now before you pass judgment on me for going to a city just to see half-naked men wrestle each other, let me remind you that it’s New Orleans. There would’ve been half-naked men wrestling each other even if WWE wasn’t in town.
Anyway, what can I say about this trip?! To sum it up in one word: amazeballs. Wait, no: drunkfest. Or maybe adventuretown? Gah. Okay, summing it up in one word is impossible, so I will ramble on about our adventure.