Two years ago I launched this series in an effort to get to know the people I was spending every day with a little deeper. Since moving to Dallas I’ve expanded my small circle just a little bit wider. I’m bringing this series back to highlight the relationships in my life that influence me. You can read more about the beginning of this series here and here and read all of the posts in it here.
Two years ago when I was starting the process of rebuilding my life with no job and trying to finish school, I kept begging my friends that sang as paid singers in the local Presbyterian church to put in a good word for me. Or quit and let me have their spot. In the fall of 2014 I finally snagged a spot and sat in a room full of mostly strangers for a month or so before Stephanie decided I looked cool enough to befriend. She literally walked up to me one day and we’ve been friends ever since. She still tells me that I looked like I’d be a good person to know, so she decided to know me. Makes me feel all fuzzy.
This is how I picture her. Constantly laughing so loud other tables look over at us. That or stone faced after telling me some stupid joke. Stephanie teaches middle school and god bless her amirite. She currently lives back in east Texas but is MOVING TO DALLAS THIS SUMMER! ‘Bout time.
The day these photos were taken we shut down a local coffee shop without realizing it. I just thought everyone was leaving because we were unbearably loud. “Can we help you ladies with anything else? We’re actually closed.” Oh. My b.
Stephanie laughs louder than anyone I know. She knows how to have a good time and sometimes forces me to do things I wouldn’t have done without her. I confided in her about my entire life and she’s never once judged me, but sympathized with me and shared just as much back with me. We don’t see each other regularly, but she’s one of those friends that feels like you just saw her yesterday. It’s always comfortable and familiar with her. Anyone who knows her feels that about her. I remember when we were both singing in the Presbyterian choir we could look at each other and not stop laughing because we were thinking the exact same thing. We were eventually separated. #classic
I appreciate that she can text me or call me up anytime and be down to hang. Reliable, funny, and challenging. My friend! Can’t wait until you move here!
Remember a year and a half ago when I did a series on this blog called Getting To Know You where I interviewed my friends? Believe it or not, I’ve met a lot of new people since then. Moving to a city will do that to a person. So it’s about time I brought it back!
This series started because I wanted to document the friendships I had at that time in my life. (You can read more about why I originally started the series here.) Those are still the reasons! But more than that, dealing with anxiety brings a whole mess of its own issues and this series forces me to spend one-on-one time with those that I might normally do that with and those that I wouldn’t. It forces me to be comfortable in a possibly uncomfortable situation.
I’m working on a lot of stuff right now, the main one being getting plugged into a city where I only know a handful of people. (The majority of whom I work with.) I want this series to give me an excuse of sorts to snap photos of new people and to engage in conversations with them. Plus I just really like hanging out with people. So there’s that, too.
I can’t promise it’ll be on a weekly schedule like it was the first time, but it’ll be happening on the reg, I guarantee it.
I am CRUSHING my bucket list rn. Good Records has been on my list for a while. You wouldn’t believe how close all of my bucket list items are to my house. I know, I know. This place is, like, 3 minutes away. IN MY DEFENSE, they’re doing construction on Greenville where this is and they literally took the street out. So. Yeah.
This last Saturday was apparently Record Store Day, which I wouldn’t have known unless I had gone to a different record store the day before in Bishop Arts knocking yet another item off my bucket list. (post to come!)
I’m really bummed I didn’t get any photos of the outside. Good Records had free beer, DJs in the back part, and everyone was partying out front in the parking lot. We stayed to see Sarah Jaffe (local Denton musician) and Justin Townes Earle perform. I was literally standing in front of Justin Townes Earle during his set and we made eye contact a few times so we’re bffs now.
I felt too intrusive snapping a photo of his face, while he’s performing, me standing right in front of him. So I just snapped that one of his feet before he started. He’ll thank me later.
I didn’t snag any records here that day, but the day before I scored four records for $1 a piece in Bishop Arts and quadrupled my collection.
I’m a slow starter.
Sometimes good things happen before you break up with someone who’s the worst. This is my story.
Did that seriously sound like the intro to a terrible MTV drama? NAILED IT.
First part of the night, the three of us went to a Mavs game which was amazing and fun and cool and we had excellent seats. Kalie and I couldn’t take it seriously and he didn’t necessarily dig that. After that, we went to Deep Ellum for pizza.
Long story short, I caught him texting another girl in front of me, then he lied about it. *eyeroll* Mama didn’t raise no fool, so I said, “ADIOS, SUCKER!” and took my BFF on the best date we’ve ever had. (Am I the internet version of Taylor Swift? Bashing my exes? Don’t mess with me. I’ll blog about you.)
I couldn’t believe there was a TV in the mirror. I’m so fancy.
We ordered cookies and ice cream at 3 AM and stayed up all night watching cable, since neither of us have it, and talking. Best night ever.
Here’s to cookies and ice cream in bed forever.
It’s never too late for an Easter post, right?
Remember last year when I posted about choosing a birthday dress? I decided on this one that wasn’t even on the list. I ended up nixing the party and never got to strut in it so I showcased her for Easter. This mug is body.con. yo. I like my body, ok? But I don’t want something making me look pregnant. I’m not about that life. BUT. I worked it out with some hot pink tights. #twerk #icanttwerk
If you’ve ever seen the Dallas skyline, you’ve seen Reunion Tower. You might not have known it, but you did. My favorite description of it is “Dallas’ own disco ball.” And since I’m unhealthily obsessed with disco balls, I wholeheartedly agree.
It’ll twinkle different colors for the Mavs or Stars, look like a rolling soccer ball whenever that’s going on and even reply to your Instagrams of it from it’s very own first person Instagram account.
I have Cait to thank for this HUGE cross off my Dallas Bucket List. She had a friend in town and they had planned to visit this landmark and I tagged along. FYI? Parking is a nightmare down there on a weekend night. I have no advice but to pick the first spot you can find and walk. Better yet? Be smart like Cait and take the bus or Uber. Bus is cheaper, though.
We bought regular Skydeck tickets for about $17 and had free reign of the ball. The fancy restaurant is a separate deal and I’d still someday like to do that. Not because I particularly care about fancy dinners, but it’d be fun to do once. Right? Sure.
Cait and I were both flabbergasted that we get to live here. The view was breathtaking. Literally, because I’m not a fan of heights.
Next time I’m going just before sunset and watching the lights turn. What a cool time lapse that’ll be.