Given enough coffee, I could rule the world. ~Author Unknown
I have never been one of those people who brings their mug to a coffee establishment but today, if we were meeting for coffee, I’d bring my Steelers mug.
For those of you who do not know, my boys in black and gold are headed to the Superbowl in two weeks and this girl from Pittsburgh who grew up going over to her grandparents house with the whole family to watch the games and knows there no other royalty other than the Rooneys…is thrilled. And is for the first time bringing a mug to a coffee shop.
But I would tell you that that is not the only exciting thing happening in two weeks. Oh no, Superbowl weekend is going to be jam packed with football, great food, yelling, screaming, excitement, amazing beer, friends, nerves and a dance. Now which of those doesn’t fit.
Yes. A dance. A Barrister’s Ball to be exact. And I would tell you that I need your help my dear friends because I haven’t been to a dance in ahskdfowks years. Lets just say a lot and leave it at that. I’m nervous not just because of that but because the dance is at Paul Brown stadium, and I’m concerned that if I go to the Bengals stadium the weekend my boys are in the Superbowl, bad things will happen. The Boy is helping me work through that though.
I’m thinking instead of a rabbit’s foot maybe I will figure out how to make a dress out of the Terrible Towel. But yellow has never been my color so actually, I would tell you, I need some help with the dress. I’m doing this kind of backwards because I know where I’m getting the shoes (thanks sis for getting me hooked on DSW) but the dress is posing a problem. Natasha, the ever fun and fashionable blogess over at A Day in the Life, who always has the most adorable dresses, gave me some great ideas but now I would ask you, where do you look when you need to find that perfect dress?
I would probably tell you about my first week of law school and how I feel like I am going to love this semester even more than the last. I’d share my harrowing tales of escapades driving in the snow…or is it ice-capades. I’d tell you about my new fabulous reading group I’ve joined to ensure that red case books are not all I’ll read this semester. We’d laugh about searching for summer internships and how weird it will be to be an intern again when I used to hire them. And I’d tell you how I’m about to start going to spin classes, ab classes, and strength classes at the gym this week as I start the uphill battle of getting back in shape and am nervous because…
a.) my limbs will fall off.
b.) I’ll be the girl who is gasping for air in the back.
c.) won’t have the strength to lift my law books after strength class. or
d.) all of the above.
And that even though my answer would probably be d, I can’t wait to get back to working out.
I would tell you I have so much more to tell you and so much more to hear about you but that will have to wait for another day.
Then as we headed out the door, energized in the way only a great conversation over coffee can, I would tell you how great it was to sit down, talk and laugh with you over coffee.
In Tomlin we trust.