 You guys.... 23/52 was a really good week for me. My supremely supportive circle of friends keeps asking me to share the story of my meeting Tristan Prettyman, my favorite singer, songwriter, blogger of all time (besides Stevie Nicks...omg, can you imagine if Stevie had a blog?! I digress...), but in all honesty I was so happy and flustered to say hi to this hippie-surfer-yogi-fashionista-lover-of-life that I walked away feeling like I made a total dork of myself. You know those moments, right? When you try to replay your nervous interactions with folks in your head and end up saying to yourself, about yourself, something along the lines of:   Anyway, for your amusement only do I share what little I remember of this brief but delightful moment: Me, walking up to TP: Hi! You are so beautiful, and I am a sweaty, Jersey, Italian mess right now. (...this story is off to a great start, don't you think?) TP, laughing: Awe girl, I'm sweating too! Me, willing myself to stop sweating: No, no, you have a reason to be, you just performed. I'm just a mess. TP, still laughing. Me: Ok, so I just have to say thank you for being so vulnerable in all that you do, it's so inspiring. TP: Awe, thank you! Me: some other ramblings I don't remember, an awkward joke or two TP, still being polite and listening/laughing: You're so funny! Like a Zoey Deschannel! Me: Oh gosh, you're too sweet. Also, thank you for being a bit of a compass for leading me to this hunky mancake {points to B, who is patiently trying to take our photo}...He took me to see you perform at Christmas time as a surprise, and I knew any guy that will sit besides me singing Madly, Madly, Madly, is someone to hold on to! TP, turning to B and pointing to me: This one is a keeper! Did he put a ring on that finger, yet?! Me: Not yet, but whatevs, he's still dreamy! {jokingly winks and finger-guns at him} OK, I've held you up, would you mind taking a normal photo? ..."normal" photo taken... Then B came over and said "I have to give you a hug!", which she graciously reciprocated while I said...outloud, and to my horror as it was happening..."I always tell him that you're the only person I would understand him leaving me for!". TP: Girl, I'm engaged! Planeguy {fiance's nickname}...He's here tonight, actually! Me: Oh right, right! Of course. Yay, congrats! ...and that's all I remember. In summary: 1. Tristan was as lovely as any fan could hope she'd be. Which, I must say, was so refreshing. 2. Zoey Deschannel is an incredibly kind reference to my awkward. 3. Brandon wins all the boyfriend points for not only accepting all of my ZD awkward-ness, but for celebrating it, too.  And after all of that, social media reassured me I didn't make such a bad impression...  Pretty f*cking pumped to close out my 20's with that :) Peace, Love and Tacos, Trish PS -- this is cute, even though B looks sleepy (or high?), so I'm sharing: 
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