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Overcoming the Fear

The last year has seen very little checking off of bucket list items, but I finally got one. I went out last week with my co-workers and we went to a sports bar where they have karaoke and I did something that I always avoid doing in these types of situations which is actually sing a song by myself.

Besides checking it off the list I had other motives for doing such a thing; I wanted to prove to myself that I don’t care what other people think. I have an incredibly hard time singing in front of people despite my fifteen years of training and musical theatre background. For some reason singing in front of an audience whilst wearing a costume ad bearing someone else’s name was so much easier than just being me. Whenever I try to sing in front of others I start to shake and my voice wavers and all my training goes out the window.

I also have anxiety which causes me to secretly worry, basically at all times, if everyone around me is looking at me and judging me. Over the years I have cultivated an outward persona of not caring what anything thinks or says, while internally struggling with thinking everyone must actually hate me because I’m the worst. So for me, standing up in front of a bunch of strangers, and new co-workers that I just really hope like me and don’t think I’m an annoying weirdo, was a way of proving to myself that, no matter how bad or embarrassing it would turn out to be, that I could do something that me feel judged, and be okay with it, and with myself afterwords.

So I hyped myself up to do it, to sing one song before I went home to future hubby. I picked You’re so Vain by Carly Simon which was a mistake ultimately but I was ready to face anything that may befall me; cracking voice, pitch problems, forgetting the words, getting lost, I was mentally prepared for it all. Which was good because I forgot how low Carly sings. Way lower than I was even remotely prepared for. But I got up there, and I sang, and it was bad, but I did it, and I actually (kind of) had fun. But the best part? When I walked out of there and got in my car, I didn’t even beat myself up. I didn’t over analyze or feel like an idiot, I just accepted that it happened and filed it away under good memory (slightly embarrassing).

Anxiety-1 shy of a billion, Me-1

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Paris: Day Two

After a much needed long nights sleep, best friend and I were determined to make up for our first day in Paris with a fabulous second one. We had breakfast at the hostel, (we stayed at the Trendy Hostel which has breakfast included, a big plus. It’s a bit out of the way, but right next to the metro and a nice relaxing place to be at the en of the day) and then set out to visit the Opera, home of the Paris Opera, and also the real life inspiration for one of my favorite books, The a Phantom of the Opera, which was alter made into several movies, stage plays, and then the widely popular musical. I can’t truly describe the beauty of the any of the astounding architecture of Paris, but the opera house with its golden, winged, statues, and intricate carvings, archways, and columns is really sight to behold and I hope someday I et the chance to sit inside this gorgeous building and see an opera.

After a quick money exchange we made our way to Norte Dame where we attended Monday afternoon mass which was, although in French, a language I really know hardly any of, still incredibly moving. I am a believer and getting to go to a service in one of the most beautiful and historic churches in the world was something beyond words. To see the beauty of both the outside and inside of Notre Dame, and the way that people were able to express their devotion and love of God through their talents of architecture, sculpture, painting, and glass work was so moving. I will admit, however, that it is a little bit bizarre to be attending church with hundreds of tourists standing on the edges taking pictures of it like it’s some kind of performance. But j am glad that the church is a working cathedral and not just a tourist trap like so many other grand churches around the world.

After mass we went in search for food but made a quick stop a the Shakespeare and Company book store because it’s impossible for two book lovers not to find themselves drawn in by the piles and piles of books held within that shop. I could have spent all day looking at books and would have surely spent more money than I could afford on books had I not remembered that I basically have no more room for anything in my bags.

Our search for substinance led us to what is my favorite place in Paris, if not the world that I’ve explored this far, Montmartre. Montmartre is actually the name of the hill that this district lies at the foot of, but as an artist myself and a lover of art and literature, Montmartre is a dream come true. Unfortunately due to the influx of tourists to the area (sorry Paris) the artists can no longer afford to live in Montmartre for the most part which is a huge pity because that’s what makes it so wonderful. It was the home of such artists as Pablo Picasso and Monet, and was frequented by writers such as Hemingway and Langston Hughs.

We found a bakery, bought a delicious lunch of sandwiches, croissants, and diet coke, and found out way up a hill to a tree covered courtyard and a (albeit very wet) bench to eat on. This bench was right outside the building where Monet and Picasso both lived and worked in their early days in Paris. If I had to pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with Paris it was right there. Right in front of the former lodgings of artistic greatness, under trees with orange and yellow leaves falling at our feet, eating the best croissant I have ever had, I fell in love with Paris.

After resting for a while we started our climb to the cathedral Montmartre, and the best view of the city from anywhere in my opinion. We got to the top, took a deep breathe and just stood there in awe of the beauty of our view. That lasted approximately two minutes before we realized that Best Friend’s phone had been stolen when she accidentally put in her back pocket after checking directions. There were a few moments of panic and frustration, and then we realized that A) her phone was covered for theft so she could get a new one next week, and B) there was nothing we could do about it right then so we continued on our way more or less unaffected by the unfortunate theft.

After that it had started to rain even harder and my shoes were soaked through, so we decided to go back to the hostel and relax for a bit before meeting our friends again for dinner that night.

Around 6:30 it had stopped raining so we made our way back into the city for dinner and we met our friends at a small crepe shop and I had the best tomato, lettuce, and feta crepe, and then an hour later an even better nutella and banana crepe. It was a good food day over all.

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Paris: Day One

Arriving in Paris I’m ashamed to admit that I wasn’t as in awe as I probably would have been due to lack of sleep, heavy backpacks, and a little bit of nausea. We got off the plane, made our way to the bus that we rode nearly two hours to the train station, and then we purchased ticket to Versailles and took a nice long train ride to the beautiful palace of Versailles. We got there, bought our tickets, and then realized that there was a three hour cue just to get INTO the palace, and promptly decided that there were not enough hours in the day to do that. We found two woman about our age, handed them our tickets and found our way back to the train station to head to the centre of Paris.

By the time we got there I was going back and forth between nausea and starvation, dehydration, and just general exhaustion. Our goal was mainly to find food, and then forget all of plans for museums and wandering and take a nap as soon as possible. That being the case, and the fact that it was Sunday, we found nothing open that was even remotely close to our price range, so we settled for something not horribly expensive and just tried not to think about the cost too much. Then we finished our meal, found a metro station, and checked into our hostel as soon as we could, which was the best decision we could have made because two hours later when we left  to meet our friends we were much happier and ready to experience Paris.

Night time in paris is really the most wonderful thing. It isn’t called the City of Lights for nothing. It is actually amazing to me how beautiful twilight in Paris could be. Two of our good friends also happened to be in Paris for a few days, and also happened to be newly engaged which just made seeing them for the first time in months even more fun. we met them under the eiffel tower which I stood in front of and pictures like the tourist I am with no shame. It was actually a lovely movie moment. Best friend and I saw them across the square and we ran to each other and hugged, and exclaimed, and oohed and awed over the ring. Then we took a picture, and went in search of a Parisian cafe to spend more Euro in.

We settled on this lovely little cafe and a table for four outside, luckily under a heater because as gorgeous fall in paris is, it is also awfully cold. We ate onion soup and creme brulee, and had a wonderful time catching up and continually freaking out over the fact that we were together. In Paris.

When we parted that night and went back to our hostel to catch some sleep, I already knew I was going to love Paris, if only for the food.

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Barcelona: The Gothic Quarter, Gaudi, Picasso, and Staying up all Night

 

Barcelona is a party town. And I’m not just saying that, I mean I literally can see no real reason to go back to Barcelona, except to party all night long, which I would totally suggest by the way. But there are a few things that, if you’re awake before noon and not nursing any lingering regrets from the night before, that I would suggest hitting up.

The first place I would totally recommend is the Gothic Quarter. This is one of the areas of the city that remains from the original Barcelona. Every alleyway and street is lined with wrought iron balconies and beautiful cobblestone paths and buildings. There is an old world feeling that is unmistakable Spanish. Every old adventure film held in the streets of Spain look like they were shot here. I also love all the street performers and Catalan flags and banners strung across the streets. The gothic quarter is, in my opinion, the best place to spend your time if you plan to spend anytime in Barcelona during the day.

Right in the heart of the Gothic Quarter is the Picasso museum. The museum has a large collection of Picasso’s works that he created while in Barcelona and the surrounding Spanish towns, as well as all of his renderings of Las Meninas which is just breath taking to see them all there in one room. I am a huge Picasso fan and it as such a treat to get to see his work in person. Plus you get 50% off from being the between the ages of 18 and 25, and you get in free if your a student. Which is my favorite price. I would recommend going here one hundred percent. even if you drag yourself there and then fall back into bed after, drink a Cafe Ole and make yourself do it.

Then of course there is our old friend Gaudi. Gaudi is one of those artists who just kind of took over. Barcelona is full of Gaudi, fake Gaudi, souvenir Gaudi. It’s Gaudi mania. But his architecture is definitely worth seeing. Go find the Gaudi district and take a look at his gorgeous designs, and of course don’t forget to go Sagrada Familia, the world’s most famous unfinished church. We walked up to it and Best Friend says, “Think they’ll ever finish?” To which we decided it wouldn’t be as famous if they did that so … probably not.

Now for my adventures in Barcelona. On our second night we knew we were going to have to be at the airport by 5:00 am at the latest to catch our 6:30 flight, so we decided to just stay up. We figured we could go out dancing, leave around 2am and the go check out and get to the airport. Great plan right? Well here is the thing I always forget about going out, you don’t want to leave, and when you do leave you’re party high only lasts for so long before you’re exhausted.

So we are at the hostel, we meet some people, we get on the bus to the club and so far everything is good. I have an alarm set to tell us it’s time to leave so there’s nothing to worry about. We get to the club and pretty much right away I lose my best friend to some Australian, which is fine with me because I’m hanging out with this Canadian and two girls from the UK. We’re dancing, we’re having a good time, when my phone goes off. ok, no problem, but where the heck is best friend? I shove my way through the crowded dance floor, avoiding flirt Spaniards (If only I had more time) and still can’t find her. So I go back to my new friends, tell them to tell best friend I’m outside if they see her and I bid adu to my Canadian (which I was very annoyed about by the way, and he only made it harder by trying to convince me I could stay and still make it to the airport.) and leave the club to wait outside.

Now the problem with traveling is I can’t communicate with anyone unless I have wifi, which luckily I found, but since Best Friend didn’t have any, I was out of luck. I sat and chatted with a nice Spaniard who spoke NO English, in the best broken Spanish I could, but he stayed with me and was very kind until finally BF comes out of the club.

Somehow in our exhausted and rushed state we managed to navigate two metros, a five minute walk to the hostel, getting all of our stuff, checking out, another metro, finding a bus to the airport, and then get through security, find our gate and get to our seats. I am not lying when I said that by the time we got seated I pretty much passed out and woke up two hours later in Paris. So thank you Barcelona for a hell of a time, I will be again someday with more time on my hands.

Honestly we really only spent an afternoon and that night in Barcelona because I prefer Sitges and wanted Best Friend to see it before we left Spain, but over all I enjoyed our time in Barcelona, but like I said if you’re not a partier don’t expect a jam filled itinerary. If you are into the party scene make sure you stay at the Urbany Hostel. Trust me, it’s so worth it. Just don’t stay at the club until 2am and then exhaustedly stumble to the airport to make a 6:30 flight. Not worth it. Ok maybe. Yeah who am I kidding, totally do that.

P.S. There is a Mcdonalds that’s open late down by the club strip so if you want cheap greasy food after a long night, that’s the place to be.

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The Bucket List Challenge and What Pinterest Has Taught Me

For those of you who don’t know I am third year film student. I love film, I love making short films, and vlogs, but I also cooking and reading and making DIY projects and, as I’m sure you’re well aware by now, travel. Because I have a passion for all of these various things, it is no surprise that Pinterest has become a really big part of my life in the last few years. It’s the best place to sit and document all the things you want to accomplish someday. But that’s also the problem with Pinterest; we spend all of our time pinning the things we want to do, and no time actually doing them. So I have set out on a mission to correct that. I have decided that I am going to start going through my Pinterest and accomplishing the things I pin, and since I am a film maker, what else is there for me to do but document it? So here’s the deal, instead of pining other people’s lives, I am going to set up a Youtube channel where I will post recipes, DIY projects, book reviews, and most importantly travel videos as I work my way to a life well pinned. But don’t worry, I will still be blogging about it as well because how could I give up writing? I want to prove that anyone can be a doer even if you don’t have all the time and money in the world. I am so poor sometimes it’s actually tragic, but I don’t let it stop me from accomplishing the things I want to in this life.

In that same vein I will also be working through my bucket list which you can read in my blog post here, and posting videos about those experiences.  In fact when I got to Barcelona and Paris next week I will (hopefully) be checking off numbers:

74) Stand atop the Eiffel Tower, 127) Eat a croissant in France, 137) Visit Versailles, and139) Eat Paella in Barcelona

Some of them are cheesy like eating a croissant in France, but some of them are more serious like seeing the stars from Atacama or riding an elephant. I am just tired of saying someday and I really want to start saying; “Today I…” and I challenge you to do the same.

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Down by the River

In Torrelles de Foix, Spain, there isn’t a lot to do. It is a very small town with just a couple of tiny markets and a pharmacy. And while I quite enjoy this quite little town, sometimes it can get a little monotonous.

So yesterday my two little brothers and I decided to go to the store so they guy buy snacks. We get there and , of course they are still closed for siesta so we decided to walk around a bit. We went down a small alley and back up, still closed. So we walked up past the store, up a hill we had never been before. As we were walking one of my brothers noticed a sign that was pointing to the right and decided that we should follow it, so we did. We walked down a path past a field with one old shack in the middle, and past a few scattered houses, up into the woods on the back side of town. When we got there we found a little stream that had beautiful, cold, clear water, and huge trees that were thick enough to climb in. We also found crawdads in the water, so we spent the afternoon climbing trees and exploring paths and catching crawdads. And even though we all got cut up on thorn bushes and came home wet and dirty, it was one of the best afternoons I have spent since we got here. On our way back we took a back road and it led past all these farms and vineyards that line the edge of town. It was so beautiful and green, I can’t believe we never explored that way before.

The thing that really got to me about the afternoon is that I forgot how good it feels to just be a kid. As I’m coming up on my 21 birthday I feel less and less like it’s ok for me to just be goofy and climb a tree. It was nice to regain some of that freedom.

A week from Friday I leave to spend a few days in Barcelona and Paris with my best friend so I try to keep my blog updated on how it all goes. It’s my first time to Paris and I’m super excited. We have plans to see museums and churches and all the beautiful touristy things that I’m not ashamed of. Although mostly I’m just excited to go to the Van Gough and Seurat exhibits which I have already informed my traveling companion will probably illicit tears from me. Art makes me emotional…sue me.

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Summer Haze-My Inability to Actually Keep up With Anything

It is a proven fact in my life that as soon as school is over I am incapable of actually accomplishing anything, which includes remembering to keep my blog updated, write in my journal, or complete summer work more than a few hours before it’s due.

So, quick recap: After my adventures in Abingdon I spent a few days in Virginia Beach where I went to the boardwalk, and explored the Chrysler Museum. I then took a very long drive up to Albany New York where I wondered and got lost in New York City, boated on the Hudson (where I very nearly got seriously injured in a male pride field boating accident), went to the drive in, and rode horses through beautiful green fields. Then I was off on a two day drive to Cocoa Beach Florida where I spent most of my time lying on the beach working on my tan, reading, and doing homework (If I could go one summer without having to take online classes I think I would die of happiness). Then I stopped in Boone North Carolina where I wondered the streets of cute little towns and explored caves barefoot. After this found myself in Knoxville Tennessee where I went to tea at the a lovely Parisian tea room, and had pie at a tiny pie shop with two of my favorite woman. Then my friend and I traveled up to Indianapolis for my other friend’s bridal shower, and then another two day trip brought me back to Colorado and back to my childhood home for a few weeks.

Phew! That was quite the journey let me tell you. Now I am finally back in my home state for, at this point three more weeks before I’m off on a plane to Europe for a whole new adventure. Now to get back to my five page paper that I haven’t even started.

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“Before I die I want to…”-Asheville North Carolina

Well, it is officially my last day in Johnson City until January 2016, so naturally I decide to go to Asheville. I have never been before, but it is a place my friends swear to me I will love. They were right. I love the energy, and the artsy spirit. I love way people dress and how casual people are just hanging out and playing music or chatting. There is a sense of free spirit in the community of Asheville, and more than a little pot floating around in the air…but I’m from Colorado so, what else is new?

When we got there we were a little lost, trying to find parking, trying to figure out where we wanted to go. So I did what I do best, I phoned a few friends. “Definitely go to the Chocolate Lounge.” They told me, “And for sure hit up Double D’s coffee shop. Oh! and if you have time hit up Miss Malaprop’s Books.” We didn’t get to stay long, but we did get to visit some of the places listed. The friend I was traveling with is someone I have known for years. We laugh together, we cry together, but mostly we eat together, so eating our way through Asheville was never a question, merely an assumption.

We started at The Chocolate Lounge and let me tell you, very worth the recommendation. They had a wide variety of chocolate goodies, coffees, and organic milk. We settled on brownies, I got the coconut Macaroon Brownie, and my friend had the Chocolate Mint Brownie. Both were amazing! Very rich, but totally satisfying. The best thing about The Chocolate Lounge though is that they are all about organic and sustainable products, plus they are a locally owned business which I am always down to support. The staff was really nice and helpful, and I will definitely be going again.

After our chocolate overdose we decided to try to find Double D’s. We weren’t sure what to expect, but I can tell you I definitely wasn’t prepared for what I saw. This coffee shop is a locally owned place set up inside a Double Decker bus. There is seating in the upstairs compartment, and outside on the patio. We had their dirty chai and it was some of the best I’ve ever had. Definitely head there for coffee when you’re in town, although beware that it’s cash only. But it has a nice atmosphere, and ash trays if you want to smoke outside. I will be a repeat costumer here as well.

Like I said we didn’t get to stay long so I didn’t see a lot of Asheville, but probably my favorite part of town is the “Before I die wall”. This is whole wall that is painted with chalk paint, and across it are lines that say, “Before I die I want to…” and lines where people can fill in the blank. There is a chalk bucket hanging on the wall that is looked over by a kind, wheelchair bound, veteran who chimes, “Chalk over here! Find a space to write, or I’ll make one for ya!” He is cheerful and talkative, and carries a coffee ground can to collect spare change. There are a lot of things written on the wall; “…to find love.” “…to travel the world.” “…to be successful.” My friend and I pondered over what we would write, knowing it was only temporary, but for us it would be remembered. We tossed around things like to travel, or get married, or learn anew language. But we realized that these were, like the chalk on this wall, merely temporary things. Finally we grabbed some chalk and went to work. She wrote, “To be happy…whatever that means.” And I chalked, “To love and be loved.” I decided to make this my before I die because I realized that I could travel the world, read every book, eat every food, have every adventure, but if I wasn’t loving those I came in contact with, or accepting love from them, everything I did would be meaningless. You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have anyone to share it with, what’s the point?

Ultimately I look forward to more Asheville adventures when I return to Tennessee. It’s kind of bittersweet. As excited as I am to travel and see the world, I’m also going to miss my friends at school and work. I’m going to miss going to church and seeing my middle schoolers. I’m going to miss my professors and their words of wisdom. I’m going to miss midnight Cookout runs or Mid-city trips. I’m going to miss lying on dorm room floors and talking about our future, and guys, and procrastinating on that big paper that’s due tomorrow. Most of all I’m going to miss Tennessee. Until you live there, there is just no explaining what it’ll come to mean to you. It’s the place that I call home.

Tomorrow officially begins The Great American Road Trip…or at least The Great Eastern Road Trip. North Carolina, to Georgia, to Virginia, to New York, to Florida, back to Tennessee, Indiana, and finally back to Colorado. It’s going to be one heck of a summer.

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Tour De Compadres-Knoxville Tennessee (Knox-Vegas?)

First of all I would like to point out, that never in my life had I ever heard Knoxville called Knox-Vegas up until a few months ago when one of my friends called it that, and now all of a sudden its like everyone has been calling it Knox-Vegas since the dawn of time and I just haven’t been paying attention. Granted, I didn’t grow up in Eastern Tennessee, so that probably has something to do with it. Just a side note.

Anyway, on Thursday we made the two hour drive from Johnson City to Knoxville to see The Tour De Compadres, which was a concert consisting of Colony House, Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors, Ben Rector, and NEEDTOBREATHE as the headliner. It is rare that I get to go to a concert where I am excited to see every single band in the line up, but that’s exactly what this was. There was not one band in there that I didn’t love, so it was already bound to be an amazing night.

We get to Knoxville and, after dropping a friend off at the airport, we headed straight to Chipotle, as we always do, and got some delicious Mexican. There we ran into everyone and their cousin, quite literally, and realized that there was actually a large number of people from our college attending the concert. I love when that happens because we are such a small school, and so when we get the chance to invade an event, it brings me a lot of joy. (We all went to the Age of Ultron premier, and almost the entire theatre were students from our school. It was a beautiful take over) But I digress. We headed to the venue, which was the Knoxville Civic Coliseum, which really is a weird venue, because it’s basically a giant cement block which, if you know anything about sound, makes it a tricky situation. But as soon as we got there I bought my Drew Holcomb vinyl, and found our seats, and it was instant hype, you could feel the excited energy. There was talking and laughter, and we watched as our friends with bad seats got kicked out four different times from sections they shouldn’t have been in.

The lights finally go out and Colony House comes out to perform. They are all Tennessee boys, a few of them from Knoxville itself, and you could tell they were excited to be home. If you haven’t heard of them, definitely check out their album “When I Was Younger” specifically the song Silhouettes. They are boss. It was a short set, but wonderful.

Between each band there was a ten minute intermission, which was fine, it definitely built up the anitcipation of what was to come, especially after Colony House because the next band out was Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors, and in simple terms I’m in love with their music. I listen to them on a daily basis and tell everyone I know to listen to their stuff. (A quick shout out to my friend who showed me their music on Valentine’s Day and began this obsession, you the real MVP) So here is another PSA; go find them right now and listen to all of their stuff. His new album, Medicine is phenominal, but I also dig his old stuff. Check out Hung the Moon featuring his wife Ellie, Magnolia tree, Baby Tomorrow, and if you love Tennessee, and who doesn’t, definitely listen to Tennessee. It’s a beautiful song. Anyway, finally the lights went out again and they played their set and it was flawless. I would rank it amongst the best memories of my life, but I’ll reserve that categorization for what happened later in the night.

After Drew was Ben Rector who is, always, adorable and talented and entertaining. He played a new song about taxi drivers called The Men That Drive me Places, and it was beautiful and touching and definitely being downloaded as soon as it comes out.

And then the headliners, NEEDTOBREATHE performed. There are not really word to describe their performance other than awesome. And not the awesome that we use on a daily basis to describe things as good, I mean awesome in its real definition, to fill one with awe. They are great performers and there music is wonderful, but what really made their set great was that they played their fun songs, but they also played their worship music which brought the entire night and just laid it at the feet of God which was beautiful. They basically took the entire tour and said, “We give it all to the One who gave us these talents.” And in the end they sang Brothers and everyone came back out and danced and sang together and it was great to see a bunch of guys who are friends just living it up and having fun. Especially in Knoxville because most of the men on that stage were from Tennessee and there was some deep rooted love circulating. Also I have to give due credit to whoever designed the lighting for that show, it was top tier. I was almost more impressed by that than the music.

Now, I have to tell you the moment of the night that tops all other moments, the one that I will tell people about for years to come, that will live in my memory banks as one of those really amazing experiences. So I’m a stalker. Not really, but when I want something I will take whatever step I need to in order to accomplish my goals. Well like I said I love Drew Holcomb, and I had noticed on his Twitter and Instagram, that after some of the concerts, he had been sending out word and having fans meet him at random places in the city for a post show acoustic set. I wanted to be there, I wanted to meet him, and I wanted him to sign my record, and there was no way anyone was going to stop me. Granted this was all a shot in the dark because he hadn’t been doing it at all the shows, but it was the Knoxville show. Not only did Holcomb grow up in Tennessee, his father went to UT, he went to UT, he met his wife there, it has a lot of memories for him. I knew if he was going to do a post show anywhere, it would be in Knoxville. So the first thing I did on our way to the concert was set my phone so I would be notified anytime he tweeted, so as soon as the tweet went out, I would know.

So, there we are, listening to Ben Rector, singing our hearts out, when my phone buzzes. I look down, and there is the Twitter notification. “Great show Knoxville, meet me at Gus’ Good time Subs for an acoustic set.” I just about screamed. I showed all my friends around me, took a screenshot and sent it to the rest of our friends at the concert, and was still the first to favorite and comment on it. Our group message went crazy with all of us making plans to get to the second location as soon as we could after the last song. After the last two sets, the lights come up, and we book it.

We practically run all the way to the car, we put the address in the GPS and drive as fast as we can while still obeying traffic laws. We get to place and it is tiny which is what we expected, with no parking. So my friends drop me off to get a table, and park the car at the Krystal’s across the street. They join me and we all get grilled cheese and Fries (which by the way were awesome, highly recommend this place) and start the waiting game. As we wait, for about an hour, groups of our friends start showing up and we pretty much take up the whole right section of the restaurant. By the time midnight rolled around it was almost exclusively UT students, and my friends.

At Midnight Drew shows up and walks straight to our table and asks my friend Sarah to borrow her chair, which of course sends us into a fan-girling tizzy. He sings his set, including Tennessee, which was amazing because everyone in the whole tiny sub shop was singing and just experience life together in one beautiful moment. He finished, which was sad because I’m pretty sure we could have sat there all night, and said he couldn’t stay because he had to get on a bus to go to their next show.

After we left and were walking back to the car and freaking out, I was still a little disappointed. As amazing as the post show was, I really had wanted to meet him. So we walk through the alley, and get to Krystal’s and we’re talking and laughing, and I turn around, and guess who is just chilling in front of a car across the row form ours? Drew Holcomb, in the flesh. My heart literally skipped a beat, I didn’t know what to say. He just looks at us and says, “Hey.” Now here is where my outgoing personality helps me in life. As soon as I could speak again I told him how great he was, and he commented on the record I was holding which was, ya know, his face, and I asked him to sign it. He signed it, and we got to take a picture with him, and my night was officially complete. It was the best way to end this semester and talk about a high note to end on with my friends before I leave them for eight months. Everything about the situation was perfect, and I wouldn’t have had it happen any other way. Also, I think this means I have officially reached mega fan status. First to favorite and comment on the tweet, first to the second venue, first to meet him afterwords. You could say I’m winning at life these days.

Here is an awful picture of me with my adorable friends and Drew Holcomb.

Drew Holcomb

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Living Without Fear of Practicality

I was talking to a close friend the other day about our ideas about the future, and while I talked about Graduate schools in the New York or Boston, or traveling the country in a renovated bus, or backpacking through Asia, he just stared at me. Finally I had to stop and say,

“What? What are you staring at?”

“You.” He responded. “You’re crazy. Your plans are crazy.”

“How so?”

“They just are. They aren’t reasonable.”

“Oh ya? Then please, oh knowledgeable one, tell me what your great plans are for the future.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I would love to travel and go on adventures, but it just isn’t practical. I plan to graduate, go to graduate school, get a good job and start a family. Your plans sound nice and all, but they aren’t practical.”

“So?”

“So? So? So how are you going to support yourself while you’re galavanting around the world?”

“I’ll work here and there, I’ll save and do it on the cheap…”

“You live without the fear of practicality, you know that right?”

You live without the fear of practicality. I’ve thought about that a lot since he said it and I have to admit he is probably right. Unlike so many of my college friends, I don’t live in constant fear of what the future holds. I don’t worry about having to find a high paying job, buying a house, having a family. I don’t even really worry about getting married. I mean, I want to, someday, but I’m certainly not in any hurry. I suppose I just don’t see the point. I don’t see the point at 20 years old in worrying about how I’m going to afford something ten years down the road, or twenty. I have no illusions that I will be rich someday. I simply live knowing that a life full of adventure and experience is worth more to me than a 401K. I’m not saying it’s wrong to plan for the future, in fact it’s incredibly smart and forward thinking. I’m just saying that I live without the fear of practicality. I live without the fear of having to settle down. When it happens, if it happens, I’ll cross that bridge. Until then I plan to take life as it comes and follow adventure where it leads me. Even if that means being poor. As long as I’m happy.

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