i chest bumped adrian grenier.

my best thoughts happen when i am over tired and i am laying in bed trying to go to sleep.  since i now sleep with a boy nightly, i listen to his breathing over and over and over again and i am happy that i am laying next to love.  but also, he is asleep!  i am not...i am laying there thinking...usually it goes like this, "oh crap, i should write about that."  and then i write it in my head and it sounds spectacular and then i wake up and forget that i wrote a story in my the night before until i am really busy and in the middle of something that i can't stop and the thought comes to me that i forgot to write the spectacular-ness, and then you get average.  and i am sorry, if i slept with my computer at night...oh the tales i could tell!

i'm talking too much.  

it's really just my way of apologizing for forgetting to tell you all about this that happened so long ago.  i might have mentioned it when i was day dreaming and wrote this blog, but i didn't really tell you.

but, here, let me.  

in november of 2008, my best friend bessie and i went on a cruise.  {be still my heart...i long to go on another soon}  we left out of miami and were gone for a week, it was heaven.  for a week.  

let me back up a little though, being a fan of the show entourage since it first aired, and naturally a bigger fan of adrian grenier (this was pre-brad, it's okay if i liked another boy, people) because well...

hello!  you are a fan too.  i mean, he is pretty.  let's all be honest.  my lord.

comercial break over.  back to my original thought.

we got to miami to see the sites a day early and stayed downtown at a really swanky hotel because that's how we roll and priceline gave it to us for way cheap...is the real reason.  as we were walking into the hotel after a long day of travel and had just been out to get dinner - i was walking up the stairs into the hotel and suddenly i ran chest to chest with adrian grenier.

i chest bumped adrian grenier.  beat that.

let me reapeat.  i chest bumped adrian grenier!!!

and because i am nice, i looked up at him and then really LOOKED at him and heard ahhhhhh in the sing song voice playing in the back ground in all the movies when something great is happening and said, "oh excuse me.  i'm sorry."  and when we locked eyes, i realized it was in fact him.  

he was with an entourage (i crack myself up) and was in a hurry, hence the running into me.  the nerve.  really.  oh but, thank you soooo much for running into me.

all i remember after that was my mouth not closing for ten minutes and then once i regained composer and straightened my shirt, shaking bessie and saying, "did you know who that was?  oh my gosh!  did you know who that was?  oh my gosh!"

she new who he was.

so, pretty much we are friends now.  be still my beating heart.

and today is the day that i remembered to tell you the story that i wrote in my head last night in bed and midnight.  

you are welcome.  i promise to do better.

(i said all that to say...tonight when you are snuggled up on the couch for your weekly dose of this guy, remember, he and i...well, we are best friends.  be jealous.  please?)

winning.

i have cruise fever and keep [resenting brad cruise options and then enticing him by showing him 360 virtual tours of the boats and saying, "see see, see!  look at this?"  and he sweetly says as he nods his head and continues to watch tv, "you have cruise fever honey?"  and thats good enough for me and then i find another picture and it all starts over again.

that was just a little intro before the real post.

apparently i have forgotten how to write.

excuse me.

now i shall begin.

when brad and i go to his parents house in knoxville, we always hit up the local putt putt golf course.  it's a deal really, for ten bucks you get a game of golf, twenty tokens (so i can play ten games of ms. pacman and ten games of skiball) and an ice cream cone.

the only kicker to every time we play is brad wins.

every time.

he wins and then he brags.  every time.  and he doesn't just win, he blows me off the golf course...i usually kinda keep up til it take me seventeen tries to get it in one hole on a par two then i have a temper tantrum and start making excuses as to why it is excusable for me to take seventeen putts to get the ball in...

and then he preceeds to make a par.  yes, it makes me mad too.

well, i decided i was going to win this weekend.  like really really decided, so i started trash talking early.  i reminded him that once on vacation i got two holes in one back to back and that he should be scared.

he was not.  and then demanded that he give me and i accept a five shot handicap.  to which i was offended, i did not need his handicap because:

1.  if i won with his handicap, he would say i didn't REALLY win.
2.  if i lost, i wanted to loose because i lost, far and square.
3.  i was going to win anyway.

your eyes are not deceiving you.  me.  winning.

the first hole he got a hole in one.  ugh.

but then look at me, i followed it up with a hole in one and then two more....watch out front nine.

then i lost.

really, i did.  by four strokes.

how is it possible to loose by four strokes when you had three holes in one?

well, i did it.

i demanded a rematch and an "I WILL SHOW YOU!"

so next time....we are in knoxville, i WILL win and i will tell you all about it.

and to end the trip just write on a WINNING note...

we decided to have easter dinner on the road at cracker barrell...so we played the little peg game at the table and i was just "just plain dumb" over and over again and then he grabbed it from me and...

played once and only had one peg left.

jerk.