Another week in the life of Miz and Maryse and guess what?! More shenanigans! This week we were graced by the presence of Miz’s dad and Avril Lavigne, but we’ll get to that a bit later.
The show opens with Maryse’s mom, Margot, giggling over Miz’s photos from the last episode (nice callback, USA Network). You remember the ones: “implied” nude, but Miz went full-on nude in a hilarious miz-understanding (if you don’t, go read my last post!). Margot makes fun of Miz’s flat ass and laughs at him, but in a cutesy way; you know, because of her accent and all. People with accents are always cute! Unless they have midwest accents, like Miz’s dad but again, we’ll get to that later.
The premiere episode of the long-awaited series “Miz and Mrs.” did not disappoint (seriously, I’ve been seeing ads for this show since well before Wrestlemania so it’s about time the show actually aired). I was also pleasantly surprised by the series’ Wikipedia page that all the episode titles for this season are as clever and/or punny as “A Simple Mizunderstanding” because get it, Miz … mizunderstanding … as in, misunderstanding … wait why wasn’t it Mrs.understanding … sexist!
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.)
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.
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).
The Divas continue to bring the drama to the small screen every week. How am I supposed to keep up with these crazy cats? Obviously I was super busy last week so I didn’t have time to write about last week’s episode (by super busy, I mean I was honing my procrastination skills). That being said, I’m just going to lump last week’s and this week’s episode into one blog post. Cool? Cool.
If it’s not cool with you, I’m going to go Nattie on yo ass.
The second episode of Total Divas Season 3 premieres tonight, so what better time to dissect the first episode? Here’s a refresher so you are up to speed before tuning in tonight.
But first, what’s up with that episode title? Is it supposed to sound like eggs over easy? Nice try at being clever, E! Network, but that title is a stretch for even your college-educated viewers like me. (It probably isn’t but I am trying to make myself feel better for not understanding the play on words right away.)
I know I am way behind on posting this. Like, WAY behind. This trailer was posted one month ago for crying out loud! But what can I say, it’s #SummerTime (lol get it?!) so I was enjoying the outdoors before winter swoops in and keeps me as a hostage in my apartment once again. Now that the Divas are making their return to the small screen, I have a reason to blog again. JK, I had tons of reasons to blog. I was just lazy and didn’t pursue any of them.
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.