|Me, Devon, and Lindsay|
pic stolen from Linds' instagram
On Sunday, my blogger dreams came true. I got to meet two of my favorite bloggers in person and it was the best thing ever. My husband always joked that Lindsay was actually a 40-year old dude living in his parents' basement...but it gives me great pleasure to say that he was wrong. (As if I would fall for that Catfish bullshizz.)
Naturally, we were all hugs and smiles from the get-go. I hugged Lindsay first while I was still sitting down...then I had to stand up and get another hug for good measure (let's face it--I knew Linds would enjoy the bosom snuggle.) Since you cannot tell from the above photo, I'm crouched down about two feet so as not to appear like some freaky giant next to my awesomely-petite friends.
We had brunch...and talked...and talked and talked and talked. We talked about getting kicked out of bars (side eye Devon), about drunken wrestling (side eye Linds), future baby making, and all the good shit in between. It definitely felt like a meeting amongst old friends. If only Linds would move back to SoCal, we could make this a regular thing. Honestly, our meet-up far exceeded my expectations and I don't think any of us wanted it to end. If this were the only thing to come out of my time blogging, I would be satisfied.