The weekend was spent at my bestie's wedding and I was M.O.H. What an honor. Kel, is a girl I met 10 years ago, while we were dating brothers. We were kept apart for 4 of those years and were brought together a year later by none other than facebook. We found each other and shyly asked one another out for drinks where we bonded over rants and "what were we thinking" conversations. After that, we were besties from that point on. I love that girl more than anything on this planet.
I nailed that M.O.H., toast by the way. It may not have been brilliantly written, but I am just proud of myself for doing something I never thought I could do... speak to a crowd of 300+ people. I did it with ease and got a little adrenaline rush off of it too. You throw in a little Hawkeye bashing humor and you can get an Iowa crowd rolling, for the record.
I woke up this morning, my usual 6:30 am. I sat on my couch for a few minutes with the door cracked and felt a little breeze roll in. For a brief second I missed Iowa. It's awfully quiet in the city in those early morning hours before all the traffic begins and the taxi horns blare down the street. I enjoy the morning so much so, that I've begun to naturally rise at the exact same time every day.
I've been going to Stanley's on a weekly basis now. Loading up on fresh veggies and fruits, one little trip costs me less than $25 and feeds me for nearly two weeks. It's a great little fresh produce market here in the city. My only qualm is that it isn't closer to where I live. I wish it was in bike-able distance and I wish I had my bike as well.
It's gorgeous in the city today. I'm jealous of this guy toting a case of beer down the street. I want to be on a patio chatting with friends and drinking a beer and taking in the warmth...
I've said it a million times before, and I'll say it again. I love my life.
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