1. I participated in my first karaoke experience in Dubuque. I giggled, I swayed my body awkwardly and I forgot a good chunk of words, but I think Shania Twain would have been proud to have me sing the song that encouraged me to ask my mom what PMS was. The wannabe show choir, performer girl inside of me fulfilled a sliver of that dream.
2. The visit to Dubuque was a unique trip in so many ways, mostly because of grape stomping. When you show up to a classy vineyard, you don’t expect to sign up for grape stomping and have people start throwing grapes and dunking themselves into the grape bucket. Did I want to get one of my favorite shirts ruined? No. Could I have gotten more into it and tried to win the competition I unknowingly signed up for? Absolutely. What does this mean for me? Becoming the 2014 champion. See ya next year Galena! Oh, and thanks to my girl Atalie for making the weekend extremely memorable.
3. I’m weirdly in love with this song.
4. I had been looking forward to seeing Ben Rector for months once I saw the poster in East Village. It seems impossible for anyone to dislike his upbeat, fun-loving jams. And when I was eating at City Bakery and saw him, I didn’t know what to do. And then I really didn’t know what to do when he sat at the table right in front of me. Thankfully, my partner in crime that day pumped me up enough to say hello. Was it worth it? Of course. He didn’t bring it up at his concert, but I think he wanted to.
5. I woke up this morning very happy. Why? Because the storm was incredible to listen to and I remembered the high I experienced last night at Aaron Carter’s party. I kid you not, I went to see Aaron Carter. The show lasted 30 minutes, but every minute I was grinning. Or tilting my head and scrunching my eyebrows because how is a 25-year-old still singing “I Want Candy?” Whatever. Every part of my past was relived and it was magical.