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When Things Just Work Out Perfectly

Have you ever had one of those weekends where everything just turned out… perfect?

Don’t get jeal or anything, buuuut… WE DID!

As you know, my college besties came to visit me in Virginia Beach for the first time. And it. was. awesome.

Dana and Abby didn’t get to Virginia Beach until late Friday night, so we stayed in and caught up in preparation for serious activities the next day.

Dana was sad Chloe wasn’t home yet, so she slept in her bed for the night.

But you KNOW the next day we were up and rarin’ for some beach fun!

As promised, I provided the margaritas.

(Just pretend my tan doesn’t fade upwards. It’s weird and I’ve always had a pale face/chest and really tan legs.)

“wait, you can’t stay forever and ever?”

When you both have a sick Victorias Secret “problem,” you will end up having the same bikini top.

“What’s that? I make the best skinny beach margarita ever and you love Virginia Beach and you want to move here? Awesome.”

After our all-day beach extravaganza, we got all prettied up for a night out on the oceanfront.

I’ve missed dressing Dana so much, I dressed her in my pink ruffle tank top (even if she did embarrass me by looking like at shoobie tourist with the coveted camera-around-neck look).

And guess who forgot this weekend was the huge Beach Concert series? This girl did!

The oceanfront was a complete zoo, and as we pulled up to Waterman’s, our restaurant of choice, we were feeling pretty defeated.

Buuuut who knew a pout coupled with some puppy eyes would coerce a valet boy into parking our car? πŸ˜‰

Sometimes, it’s nice being a girl.

We walked into the restaurant expecting a 23847 minute wait, and we were right – a one hour wait was posted. BUT LUCKY FOR US, a man I’ll call “I’m-really-impatient-and-silly-but-others-appreciate-it” gave us his table because he was too tired of waiting.

Hellooo, 15 minute wait!

Things got better.

Would you believe me if I told you we were lead to the best table overlooking the Beach Boys Concert?

I’m serious. Best seats in the house.

We made a few Full House references (remember when the Beach Boys were on there?!) and high-fived and did splits in the air over our fantastic luck.. all before our drinks arrived.

After our dinner of calamari, fish tacos, and seafood pasta, we skipped out to the oceanfront to meet up with this girl you always see frequenting my blog and the boys.


Abby was really impressed with Virginia Beach’s use of cops on horses.

And by impressed, I mean Abby spent the whole night snickering about how that cop could certainly take down so many more people on horseback than if he were on a motorcycle or in a cop car.

And then it was time for dancing.

Virginia Beach: We bring you our trademark dance move… all the way from freshman year. You can be impressed.

Abby got jealous because we kept taking Jersey girl pictures so she stuck her Georgian foot into this one.


You know somebody’s a happy girl when the DJ plays Ke$ha for her all night long.

My Virginia Beach-but-really-from-South-Jersey partner in crime

“Hey back right, play me some Ke$ha and check your pocket.”

And look who won a VB T-shirt? She wasn’t psyched about it. At all.

This guy wanted to dance with her because they had matching ponies.

My kinda guy.

We called it a night after a whooole lotta dancing, “Yo-kid” greetings, hair flips, splits in the bar (I’ll spare you those pictures), and the face you make when you don’t want to have to dance with somebody.

But not before staring longingly into the windows of Kohr Brother’s Ice Cream wishing they were open for some treats.

Some things never change.

And I’m so glad they don’t. πŸ˜€

It was the perfect weekend with my girlfriends I miss so much. Somebody tell them they need to move here full-time so we can repeat this weekend for the rest of our lives. Please and thank you. πŸ˜‰


Thank you, Thank you.

There are so many “Thanks” to dish out in this post. THANK YAAAA!

thanks a mil!

Thanks for donating.

First off, I need to send a big thank you, hug, high-five, and kiss to everyone who donated to my Dash for Dad campaign. I’ve reached my goal of $500 for Zero: The Project to End Prostate Cancer and can officially run the Marine Corps Half Marathon next October, and I’m so excited.

SO. To Natalie, Lisa-Marie, Cynthia, Rick, Allie, Maggie, Alyssa, Beth, Maleah (who is running Boston today!), Lee, Linnie & Tracy, Robby, Sara, and Amy, thank you so, so, so much. Dominating that 26.2 miles is going to be so much easier knowing you’re behind me all the way.

And I haven’t closed my donations. So if anyone would like to donate to prostate cancer, I’d be thrilled. Just click the graphic in the top left of my blog.

Thanks for the prayers for my sister.

…and for passing on breast cancer awareness. 35 is the new 40.

My entire family (especially Amy, of course) was so touched by all of your thoughtful comments and well wishes. Amy’s gonna kick breast cancer’s butt… and I’m gonna fist pump beside her as she does it. A marathon for breast cancer, anyone?

Thanks to my college loves for a fantastic weekend.

I had no idea just how badly I was missing/needing time with my two college partners in crime, Abby and Dana. We really are the three musketeers, and we haven’t had “Triple Trouble” time since the night before we graduated last year. Let’s just say, we tore this weekend up.

the night before grad… the last time we spend time together πŸ™‚

And it. was. awesome.

loooovvee isss …what I got

And guess who met us in Charlotte?


No, your eyes do not deceive you. Yes, that is Allison @ Happy Tales Blog and Ensley @ Haughty by Nature. Yes, I was psyched.

Somehow, they spotted me on the dance floor right away. I have no ideaΒ  how, because I blend in so easily…

don’t hate on my rockin’ air guitar. I lend it out to worthy admirers.

Dandelion Market tapas

After some obnoxious indulgence at Dandelion Market in Charlotte (yes, we got stuffed eggplant, ahi tuna, cheese fondue, quatro formaggio flatbread with truffle oil, pommes fritas with fresh herb topping, and baked chicken for the three of us), we made appearances all over West Fifth Street.

I’d tell you what our drinks were called, but I’m choosing to not be inappropriate.

know this: death grip from me = love.

Ensley doesn’t mess around.

And getting to tear up the dance flo’ alongside this sweetie pie and funny girl was totally the icing on the cake.

And Sunday was spent at Catawbapalooza (our annual college “carnival” day) seeing some old college friends before I drove back to VB.

I even got to do a photo sesh with Zandi, the cutest little photographer you’ll ever meet.

she’s a genius.

What a stellar weekend. Thank you, Lordy, for that.