Just when you think your 4th of July weekend will consist of none other than a few relaxing days on the glorious Frio River with just you, your husband and your dog...
(Oh. And a drink in your hand...)
2 of your absolute favorite bloggers turned BFFs get on a plane and fly their happy butts to Texas...
1 of your (other) incredible blogger love muffins (you should ALL know who I'm talking about by now;) ) also loads up with her hubby and makes a little road trip to the Texas Hill Country...
And your real life best friend and her fiance pop up outta no-freakin-where to join "said few relaxing days on the glorious Frio River"...
...WITHOUT YOU EVER KNOWING ABOUT IT.
If you follow me on the ol' Insta or read Friday's post...you are all well aware of the events that took place this past week/weekend.
But for those of you who don't, and for myself who needs to relive all these moments all over again...I gots some 'splainin' to do so lemme take it from the top.
Here we go:
Tuesday night: Here I am having dinner, enjoying a few drinks at the new World of Beers with good friends, sporting my new Marley Lilly monogram tank (which, by the way, I'm mildly obsessed with)...minding my own business. No big deal, right?
BAM. Katie appears. As in...Keep Calm & Carry On Katie from Ohio.
Wednesday afternoon: Road trip to the Frio River, pit stop in San Antonio to take Katie by the Alamo and to enjoy a few drinks on The Riverwalk and...
BAM. Ashley appears. As in...my real life ((but blogless)) BFF...Ashley!
Wednesday night: Dinner on The Riverwalk. Drinks are a flowin' and...
DOUBLE BAM: Shay (as in SO SHAY), DDHP (as in, well THE DDHP) and Erica , who is absolutely terrified of flying, and her main squeeze, Kurt, show up...once again...out of frickin' nowhere. (Video footage here!)
What in the WHAT?
If you think my mind was blown...you're wrong.
Times that by eleventy billion and yes. You're exactly right. Well...you're close.
If you think I proceeded to question them all at least 100 times about "which blogger was showing up next?"...you're also right.
While I would LOVE to sit here and overwhelm you with an abundance of obnoxious photos of the absolute incredible time we all had together, I'm not.
There was just something about the entire weekend that left me feeling so completely happy. So content. And so full of joy that taking a million and one photos of every move we made, every piece of fried food we shoved in our pieholes, every inappropriate conversations we held, every strand of hair I teased on Katie's head, every angle of Erica shakin' her little Boston hiney, every time Shay would make the most hysterical facial expressions, or every time Ashley would force me to drink more of her mango vodka...they just weren't at the top of my to-do list this weekend.
Instead I decided to live in and love and soak up every single moment. So soak it up I did.
Ok fine. I did manage to snag quite a few iPhone photos...
Oh-and we also may or may not have successfully pulled off the Harlem Shake in Wal-Mart.
But really...I'd be lying out of my teeth if I said this past weekend, other than my wedding weekend (of course) was the most epic...EP-IC...weekend of my life.
How these girls and my husband kept such a HUGE secret from little ol' nosey me is really beyond me. I'm still baffled. And beyond shocked. But feeling ever so lucky. Lucky to have met such incredible souls from this little blogging world of ours. Lucky to have made real life friends and relationships from fabulous women behind a little ol' computer monitor. Lucky to have a loving and supporting husband who was behind this entire thing...
...and to think they flew and drove in from all parts of the country to see such a priceless expression on my face STILL has me pinching myself.
...to a very happy heart.
...and to some of the best friends a girl could ever ask for!