1 year ago: Since it was SO nice outside, Mike and I sat out at
Fiesta Garibaldi after work. We enjoyed the patio, ate wonderful Mexican and drank one really strong Margarita. Mike drove home and I feel asleep on the way. It was only 7pm and a 10 min car ride.
4 years ago: Carrie and I had spent most of our time in the Milwaukee airport trying to alleviate our headaches, piecing together the previous night and investigating our phone history to see who we didn’t manage to drunk dial. We made it on to our plane to Charlotte, North Carolina. The warm weather, dogwoods and an itinerary of wine tasting lifted any pain we had been feeling. Best wine ever: Yadkin Gold from RayLen
5 years ago: I celebrated St. Patrick’s day twice in two different cities in two different weekends. The first celebration was in Brisbane, Australia. An intern from Cali and I walked the city, stumbled into street festivals, toured their campus and ran into a St. Patrick’s day parade. When the night entered, we dazzled Australian lads, I left that weekend in a taxi cab while one handsome guy with puppy dog eyes scratched his phone number and smiley face onto a paper and watched me go.
Round two was in Sydney, Australia. I had rented a car so that I could drive six hours to a design conference in Sydney. It just so happened that my friend, Nic was headed that direction too. Nic really taught me how to enjoy the world and the people in it. He read from Jane Eyre while I tried to stay on the Australian side of the road. Once we made it to Sydney we decided it best to part ways. The next morning I walked from King Corners down to the harbor for the conference. I remember pausing, writing in my journal and that I was late. By the door, there was Nic, waiting. I don’t quite remember the words he said but it was beautiful and it was the nicest thing any man had said to me. (Well until I met Mike.) That night we walked all around Sydney, seeing the Opera House, parks with possums, cool statues, we probably ended at an Irish bar. But if it weren’t for him waiting there I would have never seen Sydney in the same light.
Eight years ago: I had woken up on a Sunday early in the morning. It obviously wasn’t early enough because my roommates had already gone to the bars, ate breakfast, drank and left the kitchen table covered with lucky charms, green beads, t-shirts, plastic cups, green hats, etc. No part of that table was visible.
Eight years ago night: Danielle asked my mom, “You like this song (Spirit in the Sky)?” Mom said yes.
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