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Checking into Charleston

10 May

Charleston

We headed to Charleston last weekend for our friend’s destination wedding. My boyfriend once lived with the groom who was actually with him the night we met. I’ve been lucky enough to become friends with them as well so was very excited for their wedding weekend.

I woke up on Friday morning and resigned myself to packing because I’d been too “busy” catching up on Grey’s Anatomy the night before. Priorities, right? I had told my boyfriend I’d pick him up so gave him a call a little before to make sure he was ready. I called, texted, called, texted and finally got in the car and drove to his house. I banged on his bedroom window- my calling card. No answer. I rang the buzzer and his roommate let me in. When I went downstairs, he was sound asleep! Once that mad dash was finished, we went to the airport.

After an uneventful flight with great snacks (love Jet Blue!) and plenty of time to write all my birthday thank you cards, we were in South Carolina. We checked into the Francis Marion Hotel and were impressed by the historic lobby and comfortable rooms. It was built in the 1920s and was then one of the grandest hotels in Charleston at the time. It wasn’t too bad now either!

We dropped off our bags and spent the afternoon exploring the city. Our hotel was located on King Street- a busy street with lots of stores and restaurants. I was expecting quaint shops, but it was mostly a mix of stores you’d usually find on a posh street (think Gucci) or in a shopping mall (think The Gap). We meandered up the road and delved into the old part of Charleston. This was more like it! Cobblestone streets, trees arching over the roads and plenty of fun shops.

We decided after spending some time in one particular store, that from now on when we travel together we are going to get a Christmas ornament to remember the trip. I already collect postcards from places I travel and from friends who are away, but this would be another fun way to keep memories.

After we were walked out, we went back to the hotel and got ready for a dinner date. We strolled to Fulton Five, a restaurant we had passed during our afternoon and were drawn to- mostly because it was down a side street and had trees bending all around it. We sat at the bar, got an order of mussels, a bottle of good wine and spent a couple of hours enjoying some conversation. The bartender was the perfect balance of being attentive without being pushy. It turns out the restaurant was voted Charleston’s most romantic for the last 14 years. I can see why!

Our next destination was the married couple to be’s welcome party. They had taken a cruise for their rehearsal dinner and the plan was to join the wedding party and other guests for a cocktail reception on the boat. Unfortunately, when we arrived the boat was still at sea and we were told it would be another hour or more before they would return. The windy, rainy weather was keeping them from returning to dock. Disappointed but tired from the busy day, we headed back to the hotel and tucked in for the night.

It was an incredible Day One in Charleston. Have you ever been?

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I know you wanna know- why did I start blogging

7 May

I know you have all been dying to know why I started blogging. I shared a little bit in Another Clean Slate’s first post, however I thought I’d delve deeper into the topic.

Believe it or not, next week it will have been two months since I started this little adventure. I was already lurking on other blogs and I suppose I just needed a push to get my own site started. That push was actually several days/weeks/months of feeling kind of totally in a rut. I was not very happy, even though I had every reason to be happy. I was bored with work. My boyfriend started a new job and was engrossed in that. Family issues prevailed (remember my dad’s girlfriend?). My local good friends’ lives all got a lot busier. My head was spinning more than usual. Basically, I needed something new to distract me. This feeling isn’t new to me, but this time it was worse than usual.

Enter Another Clean Slate.

I’ve actually started a couple of other blogs in the past but only shared them with a handful of people. It only took a couple of weeks each time before I deactivated and deleted them. But the people I shared posts with would ask me for more. I have a lot of friends all over the place and I suppose this is a good way to keep in touch (they need to start their own blogs so I can do the same!). This time I have tried to resist the urge to deactivate and delete. Trust me, I’ve backed slowly away from the computer on more than one occasion. And my best friend has convinced me to keep this going- at least for the time being.

It’s not a very interesting story, but now you know. I was feeling blue and needed an upper. Wine wasn’t helping. Wait, booze isn’t an upper anyways, right?

Thanks for the distractions, friends!

So, why did you start?

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I tomato you…

6 May

I am guilty of loving inside jokes. Luckily, my cousin married a woman who has become a great friend of mine and partner in crime when it comes to ridiculous inside jokes. We don’t even know how many of them started.

On our birthdays we, along with another cousin, send gifts that make no freaking sense to anyone else, but complete sense to each other. I sent her and my other cousin stuffed emus one year (it is amazing what you can find online). Did you know that the “turkey legs” at Busch Gardens are actually emus? No? Now you do!

This year, as you know, I turned 30. My cousin-in-law informed me that my gift did not arrive as scheduled due to New England’s iffy weather. I was intrigued. What could she have sent me that would be impacted by the weather? A live emu of my very own?

I soon found out!

A tomato plant. Yes, this apartment dwelling, non-tomato eater with a black thumb received a tomato plant. I love it.

You see, somehow we started saying “I tomato you” instead of “I love you.” I think its because we were saying we wanted to throw tomatoes at each other out of love and then it went somewhere else and somewhere else and finally became this inside joke. You don’t have to understand. We get it.

Luckily, my boyfriend has a green thumb. I went to dinner with friends and when I came home, he had repotted the plant and had it set up on my windowsill. He has been nurturing that baby and perked it right up! I get reminders to bring it inside, close the window or move it into the sun. He swears we’ll have homegrown tomatoes even I will love.

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My windowsill garden

I tomato this kiddo!

I tomato you all! Do you have any funny inside jokes?

Kim from Being A Wordsmith is doing a Blog Every Day in May Challenge. Yesterday’s topic was about bloggers you love and Kim called me out! Funny because I love her blog, too!

In true me fashion, I signed up for another challenge for May. This one has no real rules- it is my kind of challenge. While I am not a huge cusser myself, I do support the reasoning behind the challenge. Plus, I don’t even have to do it every day! Check out the ABC’s of Swearing.

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Hit me with your best shot

1 May

Conveniently, the first day I no longer am a participant in the A to Z Challenge, also happens to fall on a day many of you have dubbed Wordless Wednesday. I am hopping on that bandwagon and giving my mind a break with a mostly Wordless Wednesday myself.

I love sports and I especially love attending sporting events in person. College football is hands down my favorite (Go Gators!), followed by hockey (Yay Bruins!). My boyfriend has adopted the Gators for my sake and luckily, we both love the Boston Bruins.

One of our first dates was to a Red Sox game, we flew to Florida for a Gator football game, saw the Patriots play the Jets here at home and saw them play the Dolphins in Miami. We have gone to many Providence College basketball and hockey games. It’s his alma mater and so close by we can’t resist cheering them on whenever possible.

As for the Bruins, while both of us have been to many, many games over the years, we had not gone since we started dating.

However, last week we got to attend our first Bruins game together. We had purchased the tickets earlier in the season, but it happened to fall on the day the game was cancelled due to the insane blizzard. I almost forgot we had the tickets by the time the day came around. It was against the Tampa Lightning which is fun for me since I lived there for several years. Tickets were so cheap I would often go to games even when my team wasn’t in town. Bruins tickets are NOT cheap around here, so this was a treat for us!

Even better, the Bruins won- they broke their losing streak with a nice ass kicking for Tampa!

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Surviving the blizzard

Boston Bruins

Bruins vs Lightning

What is your favorite sport to see in person?

(I swear I had mostly wordless intentions).

Thanks to Julie You Jest for another Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

In true me fashion, I signed up for another challenge for May. This one has no real rules- it is my kind of challenge. While I am not a huge cusser myself, I do support the reasoning behind the challenge. Plus, I don’t even have to do it every day! Check out the ABC’s of Swearing

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The case of the missing underwear

24 Apr

I live alone in a one bedroom apartment with a laundry room in the building’s hallway. My boyfriend has two roommates and his washing machine is right in his apartment. I have to stake a claim and pay quarters when its laundry day; he just throws his in and lets the machine do its thing. I still rarely do laundry at his place because I don’t want to impose on his roommates and its just easier to do it at my own.

However, one night I stayed over his place unexpectedly. I threw in my underwear with his laundry so that I would have a clean pair for work the next day. We went to bed and in the morning he grabbed the clothes out of the dryer. Well, he grabbed all the clothes except for my one pair of underwear that I knew had been put in the machine. Baffled, I searched all over the place and could not find them. I finally gave up and marked it up to the laundry monster.

A few days later I was back at his apartment and in the kitchen with his roommate’s girlfriend. I took her aside and asked her if she had happened to have found a pair of underwear.

“Thank god!” she said. “They were in our laundry and I had no idea where they came from.”

Apparently, they had switched over the laundry in the middle of the night and somehow my underwear had gotten mixed into their pile. Relieved she was the one to have found them and not her boyfriend or the other roommate, I stuffed them in my pocket and vowed to keep better track of my things. I tried not to think of the problems this laundry fiasco might have caused.

Moral of the story: Do your laundry at your own place.

My boyfriend’s thoughts on this scenario: If I ever find a pair of underwear in his room that are not mine, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Good luck with that one.

Today was Day Twenty One (or Day U) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

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