Here's a random story about me.
Buckle up, folks.
The summer of 2010 to me was like the summer of '69 to Bryan Adams - it is the one that I will never forget and will most likely write a song about someday. Not only was I 19 - drinking age in (most of) Canada - but I was a 19 year old who had never really gone to parties or underage drank like the "cool kids". This meant that there was a little firecracker in me ready to explode. And boy, did it ever! My very best friend in the whole entire world, Annie ("Hi Mildred!!!"), and I became somewhat of "bar-stars" (I'm not bragging, but like, we were so cool *sarcasm*). We were hitting up Dooly's (an Atlantic - East Coast pool bar that is not actually a cool spot to go out to) every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday AND Saturday night. Yes, we were those girls. And I have to admit, I miss it some days - but sort of not really. I really like waking up without a headache or feeling sick!).
Anyway, the summer of 2010 was not only awesome because I spent almost every single day with my favourite girl on the planet, and not because I broke out of my timid shell. It was awesome because I met my husband! Yes, I met my husband, drunk (he was way more drunk than I was) at Dooly's. Honestly, what is more romantic than that, right? (at some point, I will stop letting you know when I am being sarcastic. For now, I will let you know. I am being sarcastic).
It may not have been most girl's ideal way of meeting "the one", but I am freakin' over-the-moon grateful that drunk Mark came up to me and showed off his sweet dance moves (he is actually not a bad dancer and he knows it, haha)!
The summer of 2010 was the beginning of my love story. It was when I became more comfortable with who I am - a very strange, socially awkward woman who is actually super social on the inside but can only come out when she's a tiny bit tipsy. And it is the summer that Marjorie and Mildred came into being - a story for another time. :)
Do you guys like "storytimes"? Or no? I know that mine can be a little odd and probably difficult to read (I literally right what I think but I am thinking about things in a weird voice... I am the strangest person. I am sorry).