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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Austin City Limits

Confession: As much as I love this blog, my apartment, and Indy, I'm back after five roasting hot glorious days in Texas and I just don't want to be here. Like at all. So, I'm banking on the fact that reliving my vacation via blogpost will be the most effective way to kick these post-trip blues. Wheat and I had the kind of vacation I spend days planning and drooling over, so I somehow feel both exhausted and energized to plan more trips just like it. The point of the vacation was to spend some quality time with Wheat's family, who lives in Dallas. However, we also scheduled in a quick, three-city road trip for the two of us, so I got to explore Austin, San Antonio, and Waco for the first time with one handsome sidekick.

Although I loved all of the places we stopped on our Texas tour, I must admit that Austin was my very favorite...by a landslide. If it hadn't been 106ยบ on the afternoon we spent downtown, I would probably entertain fantasies of moving there one day. But then I remember the torturous feeling that I had submerged myself in a hot tub that I could somehow breathe in, yet never escape and promptly change my mind. The Midwest, complete with four seasons and a summer that allows for moderate activity, is perfectly fine with me.


After a quick overnight stop at Wheat's parents' new place, we hit the road in our rental car and headed for Austin, the state capital. Hungry after our three-hour drive, we stopped at Freedmen's, a traditional Texas barbecue restaurant near the University of Texas' campus, for lunch. I wish we could have waited in line for hours at the world-renowned barbecue joints, like Franklin's or La Barbecue, but this place served as the perfect alternative for people short on time and looking for a delicious meal. The historic building, old West saloon vibe, and beer garden were worth the stop alone. The meat on my pulled pork sandwich and Wheat's brisket was unbelievably tender and smoky, and the barbecue sauce and horseradish potato salad gave my meal quite the spicy kick. Wheat chased his lunch with smoked banana pudding (ewww) and we headed over to campus for some exploring.


First, we tracked down UT Tower, the impressive centerpiece of campus and the infamous site of a horrific massacre in 1966. We decided to forgo the tower tour and opted instead to walk around the grounds, admiring various sculptures and wiping sweat off our faces. From there, we ventured over to Darrell K. Royal - Texas Memorial Stadium to see where Texas plays football. However, the gates were locked, which proved as the perfect excuse to get back in the air-conditioned car.


Next, we stopped by the Baylor Street graffiti art wall, which is actually a hill-like collection of walls open to the public for legal tagging and art displays. This was honestly one of the highlights of my entire trip. I was blown away by the vibrant colors and incredible artistic talent evident on each wall. We saw a few artists at work on new pieces and tiptoed over the empty spray paint bottles and glass that littered the ground. Somehow unfazed by the heat, Wheat decided to climb to the top of the structure for an uninhibited view of downtown Austin. I stayed below, snapping an embarrassing number of pictures and wishing I had brought some spray paint myself.


After checking into our hotel and refreshing a bit, we decided to track down a few of the locations from Friday Night Lights. We both really loved the show, so we were excited to see the houses of Matt Saracen, Tim and Billy Riggins, and, of course, the Taylors. We took a quick drive through Zilker Park in hopes of seeing the Barton Springs pool, but it was ridiculously packed for a blues show from Austin native Shakey Graves. Instead, we made a quick pit stop at the capitol building so I could drool over it from a shorter distance.


For dinner, we wanted to check out South Congress, the 'hip' part of town known for its restaurants, bars, live music, and bohemian vibe. Thanks to its trendy food trailers, bizarre boutiques, and dogged determination to 'Keep Austin Weird,' it was absolutely my favorite area of town. We wandered along the store fronts, stopping in an awesome candy shop for samples and listening to live polka music at a crowded outdoor bar. After some deliberation, we decided to stop for dinner at Hopdoddy Burger Bar, due in part to the line of customers that wrapped around the building. Long lines mean good food, right? This was probably the best spur-of-the-moment decision we made the whole trip. I ordered the Magic Shroom burger and truffle fries and tried my hardest not to melt into the floor due to gastronomical ecstasy. My only regret? Not ordering a milkshake, too. Seriously, if you're ever in Austin, go here.


After dinner, we rushed over to the Congress Avenue Bridge to watch the largest urban bat colony in North America take flight at dusk. I read about the bats in preparation for the visit, but nothing could have properly prepared me for witnessing over a million bats fly out from under the bridge on their nightly hunt. Oddly enough, August is the best time of year to see this famous Austin spectacle because the pups are finally old enough to fly out with their parents, which essentially doubles the number of bats. The bridge was packed with tourists and natives alike, as others floated beneath the bridge on kayaks and boats or gathered on a nearby viewing hill to watch the nightly ritual. I'm not entirely sure how to describe the experience - incredible, creepy, bizarre - of watching thousands of bats fly right below you for an entire hour. In the distance, you could see what looked like clouds of smoke, but were actually colonies of bats on the hunt. It was something I'll never forget.


In the parking garage afterward, we had to dodge a few stray, lost bats that were darting around outside our car. Once safely inside, Wheat decided to take me back to the graffiti wall so I could climb to the top. I'm so glad he did because the nighttime view of Austin was stunning. Only a few other people were around, so we slow-danced, admired the view, and reflected on our incredible first day in Texas.


In an effort to squeeze every last bit of goodness from our day, we opted to check out 6th Street, Austin's version of Bourbon or Beale Street, before bed. Fortunately, the bars weren't crowded at all (thank you, Wednesday before school starts), so we had our pick of venue. We checked out most bars from the street, including Bat Bar, before deciding on Recess, an arcade bar. Wheat set the high score playing basketball and tried his luck on NBA Jam and Mario Kart. We also both took our turns on Ninja Turtles and Ms. Pac-Man before we'd had our fill. From there, we wandered into The Chuggin' Monkey for some live music and drinks to close our close-to-perfect day.


Next up? A little more Austin, then San Antonio...

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Yes, Another Concert.

At what point did my life go from constantly wishing time would move faster to desperately wishing it would slow down? Because that's where I am right now - trying my hardest to savor each and every moment and hanging on for dear life as days, weeks, and months zoom past me.

This weekend, I took time to relax and spend some actual quality time with Wheat. Thanks to a long NBA offseason, I've been able to spend a lot of evenings with my dreamboat the last couple months, but often times, those evenings are filled with watching TV and doing things separately. After his WNBA game on Friday, however, we spent the next two days completely engrossed in each other and let me tell you - it was exactly what my soul needed.

On Saturday afternoon, we tried out an incredible southern comfort food place downtown called Georgia Reese's. First of all, the decor, complete with exposed brick walls, hanging light fixtures, and a gorgeous bar, was enough for me to bust out my camera. The food was even better. Despite my hesitation (and slight guilt), we opened the meal with delicious alligator bites with mango-habanero dipping sauce. Yes, it does taste like chicken. A slightly moister, chewier chicken. I followed that up with fried chicken (duh), creamed corn, and sweet potato casserole. Whoa, guys. From the very first bite, I felt like I'd thrown down some floo powder, Harry Potter-style, and found myself in the middle of Louisiana. With the recent heat and humidity, I probably would have believed it after stepping outside, too. Wheat ordered the fried catfish, fried okra, and mac & cheese...and I can tell you, I'll never make the mistake of not ordering the mac & cheese ever again. Another amazing thing about southern comfort food? Enormous portions. The meal was pricey, but we were covered for lunch and dinner. In other words, check it out.


We followed lunch with a quick visit to the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library. Don't let the name fool you - it's not actually a library, but a museum dedicated to all things Mr. Vonnegut. We'd been wanting to see the place since we finished Bluebeard (yes, we read aloud to each other) and we were fascinated by the small collection of personal objects, including his famous typewriter and Purple Heart medal, that were on display. Vonnegut was from Indiana, so there are bits and pieces of his legacy all over town. More on that to come...


On Sunday, we took it easy until we headed to yet another concert, the American Idol Live tour. I've been a huge fan of the show since the beginning, but I've never actually been to one of the tours that follow each season. I was excited to see the Top 5 finalists perform in such an intimate setting and the Murat absolutely delivered. All five performers (Nick Fradiani, Clark Beckham, Jax, Rayvon Owen, and Tyanna Jones) interacted with the crowd, high-fiving, holding hands, waving, and even grabbing people's phones to take selfies. I may or may not have stampeded through Wheat to hold hands with Rayvon Owen. Okay, I did. We nabbed pretty cheap seats on the edge of the fifth row, so our spot for the action was perfect.

Nick Fradiani, Winner of Season 14
Clark Beckham, Season 14 Runner-Up
Rayvon Owen, the voice of an angel.
The concert was extremely entertaining, the perfect mix of solo performances and group songs with personal stories interspersed throughout. The finalists mostly did numbers they performed on American Idol, but also included new covers and even some original songs. As expected, Clark absolutely slayed all of his songs, especially "Georgia on My Mind," but Rayvon Owen absolutely blew me away with his voice. Highlights of his set included a beautiful arrangement of Sia's "Chandelier" (performed with Clark and Tyanna) and a mash-up of Katy Perry's "Wide Awake" and Frank Ocean's "Thinking about You." Chills for days, guys. Unfortunately, I can't find an official setlist from the night, but here is what I remember:

Group Songs
Are You Gonna Go My Way? - Lenny Kravitz
God Bless the Broken Road - Rascal Flatts
People Like Us - Kelly Clarkson
I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons
See You Again - Wiz Khalifa
Lie to Me - Jonny Lang
Some Nights - Fun! (finale)

Clark Beckham
Georgia on My Mind - Ray Charles
I Won't Give Away - Clark original
Give Me One Reason - Tracy Chapman
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5

Jax
My Generation - The Who
Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet
White Flag - Dido
You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi

Rayvon Owen
Jealous - Nick Jonas
Wide Awake/Thinking about You - Katy Perry/Frank Ocean
Chandelier - Sia

Tyanna Jones
Sweet Dreams - Beyonce
Lips are Moving - Meghan Trainor

Nick Fradiani 
American Girl - Tom Petty
Beautiful Life - Nick original
Coming Your Way - Beach Avenue
I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz
Honey, I'm Good - Andy Grammer
No Diggity - Blackstreet



After the show, I practically begged Wheat to stick around by the theater exit in hopes of seeing the Idols as they left for St. Louis. We weren't the only ones with that idea - there were at least 200 people waiting. After an hour, the Idols finally came out and I kid you not - they signed posters and t-shirts, posed for pictures, hugged, and even FaceTimed with every single person in line. It was incredible. I couldn't believe how down-to-earth and truly grateful they all were. It was unbelievably refreshing after meeting several celebrities who seem annoyed by any fan interaction.

Side notes: Wheat and Clark discussed their respective parts of Nashville. Jax was wearing a shirt that simply said, 'Taco Emoji.' Tyanna told us a story about her 17th birthday, which was the day before. Rayvon unexpectedly hugged me several times, laughed when I told him I wanted him as our wedding singer (but he was probably out of our price range now), and posed for a second picture with me after the first one was too blurry. I also begged Wheat to get his picture taken with Nick because...it's inexplicably hilarious.


The other gaps in our weekend were filled with clothes shopping and frozen yogurt at the mall, a long walk on the canal, Orioles baseball, and the True Detective finale. Not bad, eh? I'd be sad it's over, but Wheat and I are currently on our way to Texas for a fun-filled, long weekend with his family. Yeehaw! Please pray that I'm able to function in the heat...

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Tailgate Tuesday!

I'm not going to lie to you. When I first heard that Erin at Love, Fun, and Football was doing a football linkup today, I wanted to write something original - make predictions for the upcoming season, create a list of my favorite fantasy team names, do a countdown of my favorite players of all time. Then, as it always does, time got away from me. So, instead of something new, a weekend recap, or even a general life update (and trust me - plenty is going on around here), you get a post that I wrote exactly four years ago today. Such is life.




While many things have changed since then, I'm happy to report that I still feel exactly this way about football.

Originally posted on August 11, 2011

Are YOU Ready?

We are quickly approaching the most wonderful time of the year.

After the lockout chaos and free agency frenzy*, after the makeshift player-organized workouts and last-minute training camps, preseason games have finally arrived for the NFL. Summer lifting and conditioning has transitioned into intense football camp for college teams. High school teams are preparing for their first games in a couple weeks. I have survived yet another offseason. It’s finally here.

It’s time for another glorious football season.




There is a common misconception (held by most people I know) that I love football because I love the players. I will not lie to you – I do love the players. I often entertain brief fantasies where I am a professional stay-at-home mom (and blogger, of course), married to an NFLer, driving our kids to football camp in a black Range Rover.** I would marry Brian Urlacher with absolutely no hesitation. I swoon over Mark Sanchez, own a Chris Cooley jersey, and defend the attractive merits of AJ Hawk to naysayers. I have Chris Long desktop backgrounds, try to suppress my crushes on Ben Roethlisberger and Peyton Hillis,*** and I cannot even start with Tim Tebow.

So, in a way, you’re right. I do love the players. However, all of this pales in comparison to my love for the game itself.

I love football - everything about it. Over the last ten years, my football fanaticism has become a defining characteristic of my personality. Between the months of August and January, it dictates my weekend plans (and Monday…and Thursday…), occupies my every thought, and determines most of my wardrobe. It alienates me from loved ones who refuse to watch games with me, it gets me in trouble for yelling and cussing too much, and it sends my heart rate through the roof. Every fall, it becomes part of who I am and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To claim that my love of football is based solely on the players is simply false – erroneous on all counts. My love of the game is nearly religious, something that evades accurate explanation.





It’s the linebacker who perfectly reads the offense and comes up with a huge tackle for a loss. It’s seeing the offensive line’s breath on a chilly afternoon as they position themselves on the line of scrimmage. It’s a quarterback’s audibles, somehow rising above the raucous cheering of the crowd. It’s going for it on 4th and inches. It’s the successful completion of an onside kick. It’s pregame motivational speeches in the tunnel and the excitement and intensity of players before a big game. It’s handshakes at midfield before the coin toss. It’s the rewarding feeling of points scored by the defense – safety or interception. It’s the tell-tale Gatorade dumping at the end of a long, successful season. It’s “Start Me Up” by the Rolling Stones and it’s Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle.”

It’s jumping into Mirror Lake, chirping Michigan fans, “Hang on Sloopy,” and dotting the I. It’s beautiful long passes being knocked down by perfect, close coverage by the secondary. It’s yelling “Who-Dey?!” with pride, even though you know the answer is everyone.**** It’s a military plane fly-by before kickoff. It’s the crunch of autumn leaves in the parking lot while walking to the front gate. It’s the sound of helmets clashing on the field. It’s clumps of turf stuck in a helmet and shoulder pads popping out. It’s the comforting feeling you get from pulling on an old jersey. It’s the smell of hot dogs cooking on the grill in the parking lot. It’s two-point conversions and hilarious touchdown celebrations. It’s screaming at refs for unrealistic ‘Roughing the Passer’ calls and horrible spots. It’s wearing a cheesehead and stomping on Terrible Towels. It’s holding hand-warmers in your pockets during December games and never once regretting the trip. It’s intense rivalries, group chants, and those Friday night lights. It’s primal screaming and veins bulging after a critical sack. It’s breaking a tackle for 30+ yards. It’s taking the field to the booming of fireworks. It’s student sections, personalized t-shirts, and hugs and tears after a tough loss.

It’s a game-changing interception returned for a touchdown by a player who needs an oxygen mask afterward. It’s changing your starters at the last minute for fantasy football. It’s holding hands with loved ones and closing your eyes because you can’t bear to watch the play. It’s that one miserable Sunday when your favorite team has a bye week. It’s Tom Hedden’s “A New Game” and the Monday Night Football theme song. It’s an announcer unable to contain his excitement and yelling his encouragement to a player. It’s post-game interviews and switching to SportsCenter for even more coverage. It’s breaking records, going undefeated, huge upset wins, and battling until the end. It’s local stores closing early to attend the game. It’s a quarterback and his receiver on the same page. It’s conversations at the store because of the jersey you’re wearing. It’s coaches and teammates consoling a player after a fumble or a dropped pass. It’s high-fiving strangers and singing post-touchdown songs. It’s tears of defeat, tears of victory, and feeling like a part of something bigger than yourself.



Ultimately, that’s why I love football. It connects you with others in a way few other things can. Over the course of the season, you debate, cry, hug, pray, celebrate, and spend countless hours with friends, family, and even complete strangers. You’re never alone – you’re together in defeat and you’re together in victory. Football is all about the collective – the brotherhood of the team and the dedication of the fans.

It’s football. It’s not about the players. It’s about the game.

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*I completely forgot about the NFL lockout a few years ago. I guess it was overshadowed by the ACTUAL lockout that Gary Bettman allowed in the 2012-13 NHL season. Ridiculous.
**I'm pleased to point out that I'm feeling perfectly content with the idea of being a stay-at-home mom and wife of a successful sports journalist, instead. Also, we can drive a Ford Fusion. No big deal.
***Big fat yikes. I'm over the Roethlisberger crush. No wonder I tried to keep those a secret.
****Remember when the Bengals used to be really awful and we still suffered through every game? I sure do. Ride or die. WHO-DEY?!

Friday, August 7, 2015

Brittany/Wheat Concert Week

While Instagramming at the One Direction concert last Friday (do I sound like a crazy millennial or what?), I officially dubbed this week Brittany/Wheat concert week. Why? Because Wheat and I have attended three concerts within six days, which is a personal record for me.

Wheat was offered four free tickets to the John Mellencamp concert on Tuesday, which also happened to be my dad's 63rd birthday. Two birds, meet one stone. Despite having chemo that day and being strapped to her chemo machine, my mom also agreed to join us at Bankers Life Fieldhouse for the show. After a wonderful dinner at Bourbon Street, we made our way to the arena to find that our seats were somehow in the lower level. No complaints here.


Carlene Carter, the daughter of June Carter Cash (and stepdaughter of Johnny Cash), opened the show. It is truly eerie how much her voice sounds like her mother's and I was surprised by her skills on the guitar and the piano. I really enjoyed hearing her personal stories about growing up in such a musical family and was thrilled when she played the Carter family classic "Wildwood Flower." Reese Witherspoon even sings it in Walk the Line! At age 59, she was still an absolute spitfire and I thought her short set was the perfect way to start the night.

Oddly enough, this was the second time I've seen John Mellencamp in concert (the other was at Farm Aid 2009 in St. Louis). I'm not a huge fan of his and I don't know many of his songs, but it's always exciting to see artists perform their iconic songs live. Mellencamp is from Indiana, so he decided to close his 80-show American tour in Indianapolis. You could definitely hear the strain in his voice after so many nights on the road, but it was exciting to witness his homecoming and hear the immense support from his fellow Hoosiers.


Unsurprisingly, my favorite songs of the night were "Pink Houses" and his acoustic version of "Jack and Diane." For large portions of the latter song, Mellencamp stopped singing entirely, allowing the packed house to do it for him. I also really enjoyed "The Full Catastrophe," which took a very bluesy, Tom Waits-esque approach in the midst of a string of folksy ballads and '80s rock anthems. Carlene Carter joined him on stage for a couple songs that are featured in Ghost Brothers of Darkland County, the musical he co-wrote with Stephen King. I was super impressed with his band, especially the violinist, and found the show very entertaining, despite not being able to sing along with most of the songs. Seriously though, what kind of John Mellencamp setlist doesn't include "Hurts So Good?" Here was his eclectic setlist:

Lawless Times
Troubled Man
Minutes to Memories
Small Town
Stones in My Passway - Robert Johnson cover
Human Wheels
The Isolation of Mister
Check It Out
Longest Days
Jack and Diane (acoustic)
The Full Catastrophe
Away from This World (with Carlene Carter)
Tear This Cabin Down (with Carlene Carter)
New Hymn
Rain on the Scarecrow
Paper in Fire
If I Die Sudden
Crumblin' Down
The Authority Song
Pink Houses
Cherry Bomb

The next night, Wheat and I walked along the canal to White River State Park to enjoy The Beach Boys and The Temptations. We showed up right as The Temptations took the stage and didn't get the free lawn chairs (ugh!), but we found a nice spot on the lawn to set up shop. Each group only had one original member perform, but it made no difference to me because the music was goooood (although I'd love to see Brian Wilson, of course). The Temptations warmed us up nicely with hits like "Get Ready," "Ain't Too Proud to Beg," "I Wish It Would Rain," and "Just My Imagination." I personally loved "Papa was a Rolling Stone," but since I'm a cliche girl, my favorite song from their set was "My Girl," which they lovingly refer to as 'The Temptations National Anthem.'


I should preface this next part with this: I have a serious soft spot for The Beach Boys. I grew up listening to their greatest hits and they remind me of my Grandpop and Mom. They also happen to be the first concert I remember attending - back in the day at King's Island. So, I was thrilled to experience them again, this time with Wheat. I was not disappointed in the least. The only original member, Mike Love, was charismatic (despite being 74!) and interacted with the crowd the entire night. The harmonies were precise and the music was the exact California, surf rock that I long to hear every summer. I practically melted into a puddle at the first notes of "Wouldn't It Be Nice?" and loved the touching tribute to late bandmate Carl Wilson on "God Only Knows."



Along with an awesome tribute to George Harrison, the band hit every aspect you'd expect with songs about cars, girls, and surfing. On "Be True to Your School," a slideshow displayed cheerleaders from local colleges as audience members shouted in support of their various alma maters. To close the show, the band showed Jimmy Fallon's recent parody of "Fun, Fun, Fun" with Kevin Bacon before launching into the actual song themselves. It was summer fun perfection.



Here was their jam-packed setlist:

California Girls
Dance, Dance, Dance
Then He Kissed Me - The Crystals cover
California Dreamin' - The Mamas & The Papas cover
Sloop John B - Cover song
Wouldn't It Be Nice?
Surfer Girl
Farmer's Daughter
You're So Good to Me
Good to My Baby
Keep an Eye on Summer
Don't Worry Baby
Little Deuce Coupe
409
Shut Down
I Get Around
Ballad of Ole' Betsy
I Can Hear Music - The Ronettes cover
Why Do Fools Fall in Love? - Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers cover
When I Grow Up (To Be a Man)
Darlin'
Be True to Your School
Their Hearts were Full of Spring - The Four Freshmen cover
God Only Knows
Pisces Brothers - George Harrison tribute
Good Vibrations
Do It Again
All Summer Long
Help Me, Rhonda
Rock and Roll Music - Chuck Berry cover
Barbara Ann - The Regents cover
Catch a Wave
Surfin' Safari
Surfin' USA

Kokomo
Fun, Fun, Fun

...and as if that isn't enough live music for the week, I'm currently in the market for American Idol Live tickets for Sunday. Can't stop. Won't stop.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

National Orioles Collectors Convention

You know something oddly refreshing and sort of strange about my fiance? He never talks about wanting anything. Ever. Aside from a chocolate chip cookie here and a short nap there, Wheat is seemingly content with where he is, what he's doing, and what he has at all times. Although I'm not much of a material possessions kind of girl, you can hear any of the following phrases come from my mouth on any given day:

I want Chipotle. I want to sleep in tomorrow. I want to go to San Francisco. I want to see a movie. I want to do something. I want a fountain soda. I want a month-long, all-expenses-paid European vacation.

You know, the usual stuff.

So, on the rare occasion when Wheat actually speaks up about wanting something, I listen. For the last couple years, he has expressed an interest in attending the annual National Sports Collectors Convention, which was held in Chicago this year. So, like the attentive and doting girlfriend I am, I designed a coupon that promised him we'd go this summer and gave it to him for Christmas. Then, I promptly forgot about it until he brought it up over dinner three weeks ago. Oops.

...and that's why I spent six hours in the car and five hours walking around a convention center in Chicago on the day after my colonoscopy/One Direction adventure.

Don't let me fool you. I absolutely wanted to go. If you know anything about me at all, you know I live on cereal I, too, am a sports fanatic and that's kinda why I met Wheat in the first place. So, with bags packed because we weren't sure if we were staying the night, we hit the road for the Windy City bright and early on Saturday morning.

The convention, which was held in the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center, was a sports fan's dreamland. I can't even articulate to you how many booths, overflowing with collector cards, autographed items, jerseys, and other memorabilia, filled the space. All sports were represented and I even spotted some miscellaneous, non-sports pop culture items, like props from the set of Sons of Anarchy and these awesome Backstreet Boys trading cards. Somehow, I refrained from buying them.


I kid you not, we spent five straight hours perusing the rows of booths, admiring items we could never afford and contemplating those we could. Here were some of my personal highlights:

- Old-school Bengals and Reds pennants, posters, albums, knick-knacks, and signed jerseys. I almost pulled the trigger on the A.J. Green jersey, but ultimately decided against it.


- An incredible artist who was painting Clayton Kershaw when we stopped by his booth. I really wanted the Aaron Rodgers one, but they were $3,000 each. Ouch.


- Upper Deck (the trading card company) did a hockey raffle and I actually won a prize! I got a puck signed by up-and-coming Dallas Stars winger Brett Ritchie and I was thrilled like I hit the lottery.

- A Wayne Gretzky plush doll that only cost $25. I'm still kicking myself for not buying it.


- Dwier Brown, the actor who played John Kinsella (Kevin Costner's dad) in Field of Dreams, was there, pimping his memoir, If You Build It...I desperately wanted Wheat to ask him to play catch.


- A Michael Jordan growth chart. Enough said.


As expected, Wheat fawned over all things Baltimore Orioles, including Brooks Robinson's actual MVP award from 1964. Athletes were signing autographs on one side of the convention and I tried my hardest to see my other boyfriend, Brian Urlacher, but it was impossible for my eyes to penetrate the wall of Chicago fans who paid over $100 for his autograph. Been there, done that. Miss you, boo.

In the end, Wheat walked away with a vintage Davidson pennant from the 1940s and a signed Manny Machado jersey. I walked away with a Brian Urlacher bobble head from his 2001 Pro Bowl appearance. As if I could pass that up...


After some debate and minor whining on my part because a) Do you know how gloriously tempting Chicago looks from the highway? and b) Sam Smith was performing at Lollapalooza that night and I was missing it (see what I mean about always wanting something?), we decided to head home and save our aching legs and some money.

...which basically means that next year I can afford the Gretzky doll, right?

Monday, August 3, 2015

I'm lucky...and not because I saw One Direction.

At least once a week, I have a moment that completely stops me in my tracks and slaps me in the face with how lucky I am. Last week, it happened on Friday morning as I sat at a pancake house, surrounded by my parents and fiance, groggily forking breakfast into my mouth.

After months of intense worrying and more tears than I can count, I had just undergone my very first (dreaded) colonoscopy. I had also gone 36 hours with nothing but Sprite, Gatorade, chicken broth, and Miralax in my system. The day of my colonoscopy prep was filled with tense emotions, a brief period of unconsciousness (I passed out at work), violent vomiting (due to the Gatorade/Miralax mixture), and other details that I'll spare you from...because I like you too much. What I will share, however, is that the procedure revealed an absolutely normal, healthy colon and I was reminded yet again how many incredible people I have in my life.

Wheat, who had the day off, insisted on getting up with me at 3:00 AM as I chugged another 32-oz. container of Gatorade/Miralax solution, then cuddled me back to sleep. Instead of sleeping in, he rode along with us to the endoscopy center and even whisper-sang to me as I got my IV. My parents, who didn't need to come at all since Wheat had the day off, insisted on driving to Indianapolis the night before. My mom folded the laundry and held my hair back as I threw up while my dad made a last-second trip to the store to buy my replacement prep materials. And when she heard the good news after the procedure, my mom cried tears of relief and joy before I was even alert enough to comprehend what had happened. That's not to mention the good-luck texts of support from my best friend.

So yeah, I'm lucky - lucky to be healthy and even luckier to love and be so well loved by these incredible people. This experience also served as yet another personal reminder that it's no use losing sleep over something that might not even happen, but that's a post for another day.

So, with my belly full of pancakes, my mind full of good news, and my heart full of warm fuzzies, I took a four-hour nap and slept off most of my sedatives. Much to my doctor's dismay, Wheat and I also went to a One Direction concert at Lucas Oil Stadium that night. Oops. Aside from the exhausting stair climb to our seats in the stratosphere, the concert was excellent. Swedish pop group Icona Pop opened for them, but we missed most of their set. We did, however, catch their new single "Emergency" and, of course, "I Love It."


When we could actually hear them over the shrieking teenyboppers that filled the stadium, the boys of 1D sounded great. Seriously, if loving those guys is wrong, then I don't want to be right. Plus, if you haven't found yourself sobbing, alone in your car, to the lyrics of "What Makes You Beautiful," then something is definitely wrong with you. Oh, that's just me?



I thought it would be weird to be an adult without a child at a boy band concert see them without fifth member Zayn Malik, who announced he was leaving the band in March, but I'll be honest - I didn't even notice he was missing. At one point, Harry pointed out Colts offensive tackle Anthony Castonzo in the crowd and made fun of his height as compared to all the teenage girls surrounding him. I think his exact words were, "Are you stood on a chair?" Liam spent five minutes discussing various fan signs and we even got to hear the very first live performance of their new single, "Drag Me Down." I loved reminiscing on my glory days as a Backstreet Boys fanatic and couldn't get over all the painted cars (my personal favorite was 'My dad is a Harry girl') and homemade t-shirts. Best of all, I got to experience it with my fiance, who actually loves 1D (don't let him lie to you). Here was their setlist:

Clouds
Steal My Girl
Little Black Dress
Where Do Broken Hearts Go
Midnight Memories
Kiss You
Stockholm Syndome
Fireproof
Ready to Run
Better Than Words
Don't Forget Where You Belong
Little Things
Night Changes
18
No Control
Drag Me Down - first live performance!
Diana
What Makes You Beautiful
Through the Dark
Girl Almighty
Story of My Life

You and I
Act My Age
Little White Lies
Best Song Ever

So, if you're ever searching high and low for the perfect way to feel both super old and super young in the same day, I highly recommend getting your colon examined then promptly fan-girling over One Direction. Just make sure you have a responsible driver to get you there. Even though you're well over 16, you're not allowed to operate a vehicle with those drugs in your system.