Robin Roberts in the Morning

I have never in my life been a morning person. Even as a child, I missed all the Saturday morning cartoons, was habitually late for school (Mom was also a late sleeper), and even slept in on Christmas morning. I was born a night owl. I was always the last one to fall asleep at slumber parties (sorry if I ever froze your panties). At ten years old I managed to stay up so late on Friday night that I was able to catch the Saturday morning cartoons (FINALLY). As an adult, my habits have not really improved. I really really really WANT to be a morning person, until morning actually comes and all I want is 5 extra minutes, again and again and again.

I need motivation to “rise and shine”. Motivation comes in two forms for me: coffee and accountability.

I mentioned in an older post about my mishaps in the kitchen each and every morning. I swear the time from getting out of bed to drinking my coffee is a complete blur to me. The only things I remember are my horrible chirping alarm, Robin Roberts, and the coffee.

Years ago, I used to get up at 4:30am each morning, be at the gym by 5am, and in the shower by 6:30am. I did more before work then some do all day! Now, I did not enjoy getting up at this horrible hour, not one bit. My secret to getting things done each and every day was “the buddy system”. I had a great friend who would call me every morning and tell me I had to get up and meet her at the gym. Each time I would yell “NOOOO!!!!!”, to which she would just respond, “See you there,” and hang-up. I never let her down. Although, the drive to the gym was another blur, and I wouldn’t speak to her the first ten minutes we were there.

However, I ended up moving away, and was never able to find an equivalent workout partner. Recently, I was complaining at work about how much I’d love to get up early and workout before work, but that it is IMPOSSIBLE to do this without a friend. I need someone to hold me accountable, and perhaps make my coffee each morning. My boss overheard me whining, such a snoop, and offered to text me every morning as encouragement. He actually does get up and go to a gym every single morning, all own his own! So, far the last 3 weeks I’ve received text messages like this shortly after my alarm goes off.

Goin’ to the gym.

Go to they gym.

Gym gym gym

Get up and go

Did you get up?

Get up!

It’s awesome. It’s like a mini Shaun T living in my phone and silently screaming at me. I’ve gone to the gym almost every morning. Having someone ask me every single day if I went to the gym is what I need. I feel so guilty if I don’t go, and so proud when I do. I keep asking to get a gold star on my own classroom rewards chart for each day I workout, but that hasn’t happened yet.

Now, since I’ve been getting up extra early I’ve been extra delirious. This morning, like every morning, I allegedly went into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Then, I sat on the couch and turned on Good Morning America because the first voice I want to hear in the morning is Robin Roberts. I believe that Robin and I are destined to be great friends. She has such a friendly demeanor. No matter who she is interviewing, she makes it appear as if they’re life-long friends.

This particular morning, the first thing I heard from the TV was “Robin Roberts is on vacation”*. I blacked everything else out, and immediately fell back to sleep.  I should have taken her absence as some sort of bad omen.

At some point the smell of coffee woke me and I thought yay! Someone made coffee!

As I entered the kitchen I saw the coffee pot by the sink, not under the coffee maker… hmmm. Weird, I thought, did I already drink coffee? Did I even make coffee? Did someone else drink my coffee? Is this a nightmare?? Is Robin really on a vacation???

I walked to the coffee maker to see if it was empty or not, and stepped in a giant puddle of coffee. Shit.

Someone forgot to put the pot under the filter before starting the coffee.

Cleaning up a giant puddle of fresh coffee off the floor and counter is not what you want to do first thing in the morning, especially without having had any coffee yet. Which is why I made another pot of coffee before cleaning it.

The morning madness continued as I stepped in Belle’s vomit, ripped a whole in my work shirt, and burnt my finger while trying to make an egg. Still, I managed to pull myself together, fix my hair, and put the whole morning behind me before walking out the door for work.

At work, where I do not wear shoes, a toddler pointed out that my socks didn’t match. This is not that rare of an occurrence normally, but this morning I distinctly remember putting on matching socks. I know because I took the extra two minutes it took to dig through my sock drawer to find matching socks, leaving me no time to eat that second cookie I had my eye on.

So, how did this happen?

At least I coordinated the coffee cups with the French Toast…that’s a close match.

What did I learn from this big mess of a morning?

My vacations should coincide with Robin Roberts.

Cheers!

*Robin is not actually on vacation, as they keep saying, but is actually undergoing pre-treatment for myelodysplastic syndrome (MDS). You can read her story here. Just more proof of how amazing this beautiful lady is.
P.S. Zoey is desperately trying to raise money for disadvantaged Nicaraguan children. If she can raise just $600 she can go volunteer with this great organization for a week. All the money goes to the kids and the organization (you won’t be paying for her flight or her salon visits or anything). You can donate here or here. Thanks, she’ll be oh so grateful! As will I…she is already driving me nuts and it’s only been a day.

The Wild Side

I took a break from all the animal talk yesterday, but that’s really as long as I can go when discussing our Costa Rican Honeymoon. Besides spending a large portion of our time snuggling dogs and cats, we also spent some quality time with the wild animals of the rainforest.

My number one goal for this trip was to get upclose and personal with some Rainforest creatures. This is one thing we have yet to do on any vacation. So, while staying in La Fortuna we booked a tour at the Wild Animal Rescue Center. This rescue center not only takes in numerous injured and rescued local animals, but they offer tours, volunteer programs, Spanish language classes, and a pretty unforgettable experience.

We signed up for a tour/volunteer program. For the first couple of hours we were introduced to each different animal, informed of why they where there, if/when they’d be released, what they eat, what eats them…etc, etc. The best part was that they allowed us to pet almost every animal! It was amazing!

After all the animal greetings, we had a coffee break with juice, snacks, and of course, coffee. Then, it was time for us to be put to work! They had us cut up fruits and veggies, and make a mixture of seeds, flour, and water (It was like cookie dough for animals). After, preparing all the food they sent us to the cages, rooms, and areas where the animals lived for feeding time.

SO. FREAKIN. FUN.

There was one baby monkey (2 years old) named Coco who was extra friendly and playful. Since, he is a baby, they do not consider him a threat and allowed him to wrap his tail around us, lick us, and play with us.

Coco getting a little excited with Zoey’s hair.

At one point he tried to take my sunglasses, but I quickly snatched them back before he pulled them into his home.

Coco did NOT like this.

Coco went ape$h!t. He immediatly started screaming like a banchy, began shaking the gates, shaking his head rapidly, reached through the gates, grabbed my shirt, and started pulling at it with all his might.

If I were in the wild and this happened, I am sure I’d be pretty defensive and try to fight the monkey off of me. I was not in the wild though. I was in a rescue center where I’d just spent a half hour feeding, playing with, and getting to know baby Coco. There was no way I’d consider hurting him! So I just stood there…in shock…allowing him to yank and attempt to tear my tank top to shreds.

Eventually the tour guide came over and stopped him. It was a quite a show for everyone else on the tour.

We had such a good experience (minus the attacking monkey) that we visited another animal rescue center in Puerto Viejo. This place turned out to be 100 times better than the first place!

First of all, this place returns WAY more animals to the wild, it is bigger, nicer, better equipped, and has a more knowledgable staff. (I mean no offense to the first place, I know they are doing everything they possibly can with everything they have.) Not only, did we have a better, more informative experience, but we got to actually hold monkeys, touch sloths, and play with a deer!!!

This poor little girl has brain damage and was just learning to walk again.

UNBELIEVABLE!

We had such a great time that I suggested to Zoey that we spend the entire next day volunteering so we could get some more quality time with the animals, especially the baby sloths. Well, we asked about volunteering, and it turns out that  you have to stay for at least 3 weeks if you want to volunteer.

Obviously, I could not commit to 3 weeks. Zoey, on the other hand, has all the time in the world….AND exactly 3 weeks until our family Hilton Head Island vacation. How convenient!

So, after a little persuasion and motivation, Zoey stayed! That’s right, we left our little Zoey in Costa Rica. So, if your interested in how she’s surviving in this tiny Caribbean town, read her blog here! Spoiler alert: She loses a sloth on only her second day!

Miss you Zoey!

Cheers!

My Last Hurrah

My official bachelorette party began at Tic Tac Day Spa and Salon. I arrived looking fantastic, thanks to my early morning photo shoot.  When I walked in all the girls were already sitting in a “private” room in massage chairs getting their pedicures and drinking mimosa’s. I quickly picked out my  polish colors and joined them, wearing a sash and crown of course.

I was given a manicure, pedicure, and ten-minute massage while enjoying the company of my favorite people. It was all perfect, except for the fact that everyone was whispering about the plans for the rest of the day and night.

This entire weekend has been kept a secret from me and I was about to explode with anticipation. I tried offering everyone more mimosas and doughnuts, and sweet-talking them into spilling the beans, but no one would crack.

After the salon, we took a caravan of vehicles to Houston. We arrived at the Hyatt hotel in downtown with enough time to scarf down a quick lunch. Then, Zoey handed me a sports bra and booty shorts that she stole out of my closet from home, and tells me to put them on…. with a pair of my stilettos…

Excuse me?

All the girls quickly changed into skimpy workout clothes and high heels and then whisked me, and themselves, into an SUV headed to God only knows where. (Well, God and everyone in the car accept me).

Much to my surprise, and delight, we arrived at Pole-la-teez. We had to enter through the back door and sign a waiver stating that we were aware we’d be performing dangerous tricks.

After we all agreed we wouldn’t sue if we fell of a chair while trying to act sexy, we entered the dance room. The room looked like a typical dance studio with mirrors and a wooden dance floors. The only difference was the ten poles spread out down the room.

We were told to choose our own pole and let the lesson begin. She taught us an entire routine full of great moves like the sexy walk, the fireman, and the “hide the kitty”. It’s not as inappropriate as it sounds…especially with a room full of giggly amateurs. It was like a really fun workout-dance class, with a pole.

Before it ended she made me perform a solo for my girls as they threw fake dollar bills at me. It wasn’t the classiest moment of my life, but it was fun and definitely a memorable experience. Plus, the teacher accused me of taking these lessons before…If you read Zumba Brat, you know I took no offense to this and left the class feeling pretty good about myself.

Yup, that’s a dollar bill in my hair

If you ever need a bonding experience for a group of girls, take a pole-la-teez class. There’s nothing we could be embarrassed about after sharing that experience with each other.

We were really excited, sweaty, sore, and bruised after class. Luckily, we had a few hours to relax and restore before spending the night out on the town. Lying around gossiping about boys and racing through the halls on the luggage cart is how we decided to spend our down time. We have behaved this way for the last 15 years and I assume we will continue to act like stupid teenagers well into retirement, whenever we all get together.

They took me to dinner at Fajita Flats, which is a little bachelorette party tradition for some of us. This Mexican restaurant is complete with a juke box, pitchers of warm salsa, strong margaritas, and lots of sleazy waiters….all ideal for a girls’ night.

Once we’d finished our meal, the games began. I was forced into a too-long salsa dance with a waiter in front of the entire restaurant, a fake tattoo behind the bar (where I convinced the bar tender to allow me to make drinks for my whole table), and much more.

We were in full swing after dinner, and beyond ready to hit the dance floors. After leaving the first dance club (it was more body mashing than dancing), we were invited in for free drinks at a smaller nearby pub. Unable to turndown such an offer we entered to find a large spacious dance floor, and a DJ that knew just what we wanted.

We took our free drinks, and spent the rest of the night dancing the night away. At one point I looked around at my amazing friends, and noticed how much we’ve grown. Sure, we still hung a penis piñata in our hotel, and wrote dirty mad libs for two hours, but we really aren’t as young as we were sayyyyy whenever we had our first bachelorette party.

Five girls out of the eight of us out that night are married, two have kids, others are trying, and we all have real lives, jobs, and commitments now. My party included phone calls home, work emails, baby pictures, and breast pumping. And you know… I wouldn’t change any of it.

Life seems to keep getting better the older we get. I am so happy for all of the beautiful, strong, and successful ladies in my life.

I decided to call it a night, and head back to the hotel for swimming, and more girl time.

I was in my bikini before we called the front desk to learn that the pool was closed for the night. We all huddled in one room, ate cake, and eventually passed out from exhaustion.

I woke up spooning one of the girls, still in my bikini, with a spatula full of icing on the bedside table. Perfect. I am pretty sure that’s exactly how you are supposed to wake after your bachelorette party.

It was Easter morning, and everyone left to spend time with their families. Zoey and I lazed around my parent’s house the rest of the day. I got to spend some time visiting my MawMaw, which I rarely get to do, and she asked if I had strippers at my party. Then, she gave me a lesson on fashion faux pas for when I or if I ever decided to get pregnant. (MawMaw is NOT fan of rockin’ the baby bump).

This weekend could not have been more perfect. I know brides say this all the time, but I am right when I say I have the most awesome group of girls by my side. I cannot thank you all enough for making this weekend so exciting and glamorous for me. Natalie, and Zoey, I owe you big time.

To all my ladies, I love you, miss you, and cannot wait to plan another wild weekend with you all. Even if it is 4 years from now, and we all have to have babysitters and botox. We will still run through the hallways in our bikinis and have people tell us to “grow up”, which I am sure we will never do.

Xoxoxo

Hil

My Katy (another bridesmaid) who couldn’t be there because she is living in Japan with husband and precious little girl. Love you and we missed you!

Crawfish, Dairy Queen, and Dirty Dancing

I spent Easter weekend in Texas. (Yay for four days off of work!) I got to spend time in my hometown with my family, and in downtown Houston with my closest girls. Zoey flew in with me and got to experience a little bit of life in small town  Texas. We were only there for a few days, but we managed to pack in enough fun to last us until the wedding.

Our visit began at my Mom’s dress shop, Dressin’ Up, so I could get my wedding dress altered, and actually see it for the first time! My Mom has used an amazing guy (Si Bui) for years now, who has never once messed up someone’s dress, (Take that Sunshine Cleaners!)

We drove to Si’s house in the ghetto, for real, and I stood in his tiny dirty home while he quickly took a look at me, put in a couple pins, and then shooed us away so he could get started. His home was literally full of clothes waiting to be altered, and he somehow managed to alter my very intricate wedding dress in 8 hours. He is a crazy talented Vietnamese sewing machine! It’s absolutely beautiful and fits me like a glove!

While the dress was being altered we were busy living it up at my parents home. It was sunny and 80 degrees, and my Dad was boiling a large pot of live crawfish. Zoey and I were so excited to be out of the city, the cold, and the wind that we laid on the hot concrete as my parents’ dog ran circles around us, excited to have company.

Eventually we began to sweat so we got up and took the four-wheeler and 4×4 for a ride through the neighborhood and down to the bayou.  We managed to get our rides covered in mud without getting a drop on ourselves….like a true lady.

For lunch, Zoey tried crawfish for the first time. We each gave her lessons and tips on how to peel the crawfish, but she was disgusted and could only do a few…big baby. My Dad took pity on her and peeled an entire tray full for her to eat. (I’ve never even got that kind of treatment!)

My vegetarian dish

 

My bridal party had planned an elaborately themed lingerie party for me that night, but I was forced to leave the house so they could decorate. My sister and Zoey (aka my matron and maid of honor) took me shopping to keep my busy.

The only thing I was told about this party was to dress “glamorous”, like I ever dress anything less.

I put on my fancy face and fancy shoes, and entered into the living room to find that it had been turned into a scene right out of Manhattan. Sex and the City was playing on the big screen, champagne and martini glasses lined all the counter tops, silver and blue balloons, flowers, and confetti covered all empty spaces, my favorite foods were on display (tacos, salsa, and hot fries), large framed photographs of NYC were on every table, posters of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda were hung, the most amazing cake sat in the middle of the table, and all of my beautiful friends were dressed for a night out in their stilettos.

My Sex and the City themed party was unbelievable. After stuffing my face with lots and lots of chips (I was so close to lasting till’ Easter!), I opened my scandalous gifts. We spent the night catching up while drinking some kind of delicious coconut and cream cocktail my Mom made.

My night ended at a somewhat reasonable time (1am?) because I had scheduled my photo session for my bridal portraits at 8am Saturday morning. This meant I had to be up at 5:30am for makeup to make it to my 7am hair appointment. (God bless Courtney who is 7 months pregnant and more than happy to fix my hair at such a god-awful hour).

*BTW, Courtney did a beautiful job, and works at The Parlor in Nederland, TX.*

I chose my cousin Jeff to take my pictures, not because we are related and I get a nice family discount, but because I LOVE his work. He is truly talented and creative, and I knew he’d capture exactly what I wanted for my Bridal pictures, and boy did he not disappoint!

Me in the car on the way to get my photos taken!

I wanted my portraits to be personal and unique. I had an idea to take them around my hometown and at some of my favorite places. Jeff was willing to go almost anywhere, provided it had the right lighting, and work his magic. We took pictures in downtown Groves (by my Mom’s shop), at the local Dairy Queen (owned by one of my bridesmaid’s Mother and was a fav hangout during high school), at Starbucks (for obvious reasons), at a really pretty local Catholic church, at the Julie Roger’s theatre (where all my childhood dance recitals were held), and at a local art museum.

Jeff has already sent me a few teasers, and I could not be more stoked! They are turning out better than I even imagined. It is going to take all of my will power to wait and share them with you until after the wedding. And, it’s going to take a team of people to keep me from showing them to Fiancé. Two more months is a LONG time to wait for someone who can’t keep a secret for more then 5 minutes.

From here, my Mother had to drive me straight to a beauty salon to meet my girls. I pulled a “Dirty Dancing” in the back seat to get out of my wedding dress before getting to the salon. (I could actually see new gray hairs instantly growing on my Mom’s head.)

The rest of the weekend is just too much to continue on this first blog. Tune in tomorrow for dancing, a fake tattoo, and a surprise that involved me signing a waiver.

Woohoo!

Circus Ole!

When I was in high school, we watched several different Cirque Du Soleil performances in my French class…I learned very little French in high school. Every time our teacher played the video I heard him say, “Today we are going to watch Circus Ole!”  Consequently, this is what I called this incredible show for years. Made sense to me…

You can imagine my surprise, and humiliation, when I first met Fiancé and he corrected my pronouncement.

I said something clever like “We should like totally go see that Circus Ole show in Downtown Disney!” I must have at least looked cute when I said it because we did end up going to the show together.

In the last 7 years we have been to 7 Cirque Du Soleil shows together. (Our favorite is still the one in Downtown Disney.) Obviously, we love these shows. Whenever we got wind of the fact that the new Cirque show titled “Michael Jackson: The Immortal Tour” was going to be a traveling show, stopping in NYC for three days, we were psyched!

Fiancé bought our tickets as a Valentine’s/Anniversary present. Unfortunately, he got called to work in Nashville for 3 weeks, and will not be coming home until MJ’s Cirque show has come and gone.

Sad.

Zoey, however, was more than happy to fill his shoes and attend the show with me last night.

When we arrived, we found that our very expensive seats, turned out to be terrible seats with a blocked view! Like always, we refused to except anything less than the best, so we moved to the second row right behind Tracy Morgan….who turned to be really obnoxious, and glittery. Right, Zoey?

Once I managed to ignore the bedazzled and chatty celebrity in front of me, I focused upon the talent on the stage.

Wow! Cirque never ceases to amaze me. They transformed Madison Square Garden into a crazy pop music dream full of various MJ’s, the Jackson 5, the Neverland Ranch, and crazy creatures that I thought only Michael himself could have dreamed up.

There were statues of children that came to life and morphed into break dancers, robot and machine-like humans that danced and tapped while attached to various chords and metals, a “boneless” being that emerged from a giant book of nightmares (which eventually introduced Thriller!) giant dancing, silver gloves, and so much more!

A few of my favorite performances were the scantily clad rock star chick who killed it on the violin, the most phenomenal pole dancer on the planet, and a group of boys who could tumble around like synchronized monkeys.

My iphone doesn’t exactly have the best quality, but you get the idea.

If Cirque Du Soleil is ever coming through your town I can promise you that it’s worth the steep ticket price. AND, if you are taking a trip to Disney World anytime soon (say, around June 9th??), you should definitely get tickets to their Cirque show La Nouba. It’s the most memorable show you will ever see!

Ole yall!

Zumba Brat

I LOVE taking group fitness classes. (Well, compared to any other form of working out, I “love” classes.) Working out is SO much more enjoyable when I am with a bunch of other people, jammin’ to good music, and have some big strong person motivating me to “Keep Going!”, “Don’t slow down!”, and “Get it Girl!” It’s so much better than working out by myself. I am not very good at yelling at myself to work harder, I end up convincing myself that my walk to and from work counts as a workout, and then rewarding my “workout” with chocolate.

These workout classes are great for my health, fitness, and all that jazz… but not so great for my attitude. Taking lots of aerobics classes over the last several years has turned me into a complete workout class brat.

First of all, I have two scenarios I imagine in these classes (especially Zumba). They are as follows:

1)   I am auditioning for a music video.

2)   I am performing in front of thousands on a Broadway stage.

Due to my two imaginary settings I must stand front and center in the class. It is terrible to stand in the back of a class! How can you stand it Zoey???  You See, Zoey prefers standing in the back. I joined her on purpose once and almost died. It is so crowded back there! I could not fully perform, and there’s no way the judges could see me back there! My motivational scene was completely shattered.

Another reason I love getting to stand in the front row is the extra attention from the instructor. My Monday night Zumba teacher loves making eye contact with me while saying “Get it girl!”, “You go girl!”, “That’s hot!” Last week he even gave me a high five when I quickly mastered some of his new choreography. He may as well have stuck a gold star on my forehead.

About 5 years ago, one instructor actually took me to her boss and suggested that I get trained to teach aerobics myself! (I’m sure she just wanted to me get out of her class and stop hogging the front row.) I don’t care though; it was like I’d finally been chosen after all that auditioning.

I was a little nervous about getting up on a stage with a microphone attached to my face in front of 40 women to teach my first step class, but the second I stood on the stage I became the “teacher”. Anytime I am stood in front of a large group of people (any age) I cannot help but get into teacher mode.

One Christmas Eve I actually said “1,2,3 all eyes on me!” when trying to get everyone’s attention for a family game. It’s what I do.

So, tonight is Monday, which is Zumba night. After begging, threatening, and harassing, I finally convinced Zoey to come with me. We go through this EVERYTIME we go to the gym.

An amazing professional dancer teaches this class, and his class is fast, tough, and the most fun I could possibly have on a Monday night. Except not working out, and staying on the couch eating chips and chocolate all night, but that tends to have an opposite effect.

Anyways, this class is so popular that people start lining up to get in over a half hour before it starts. When 7 o’clock finally hits, and the doors open, it’s a mad dash for the prime spots. It’s like Target on Black Friday. There are so many women squished into this class that after 30 minutes of dancing it becomes so hot that the mirrors and windows fog completely up with steam, and we begin slipping and sliding in our puddles of sweat.

Tonight, I had to work a little late, so Zoey and I got there only 5 minutes early. By the time we got into the class we were stuck in the very back. Ugh.

Then, this woman (let’s call her Betty) walked through the crowd and stood literally right in front of me, I mean like SPOONING herself against me right in front of me. You couldn’t have fit an Olsen twin between us.

My first thought was that Betty has obviously never done this class and is unfamiliar with the amount of bumping and grinding we do. Either that, or she was looking for a good time and thought I was her type.

When the music started I backed up and away, but Betty kept backin’ up into me, over and over again. To make matters worse, she was a terrible dancer. Another downside to standing in the back of a Zumba class is that I cannot focus on the teacher at all….I cannot help but watch all the people with two left feet in class. I know it’s terrible, and I know I’m completely judgmental, but it’s a train wreck back there!

After being punched a couple times from my new dance partner with flailing limbs, I told Zoey I was ready to go. We spent the last half hour stealing ab machines from the macho boys in the weights department.

I might behave like a “back-row Baptist” when it comes to my spot in Zumba class, but after tonight I know it’s a habit I’m not willing to give up. Zoey, you and Betty can have the back, I’ve got an audition to make, and a show to put on!

Cheers! (As I take a bow.)

Luck of the Irish

St. Patrick's Day 2009

Customarily, I am a VERY festive person. I have been know to wear heart stamped leggings on Valentines, detailed costumes every Halloween, Bunny ears on Easter, wear red and green and tinsel the entire month of December, and eat Mexican food the whole week of Cinco De Mayo. So, it should come as no surprise that I love St. Patrick’s Day!

This year has been a little more challenging for me to be my festive self. I no longer work in an elementary school, so it’s not as easy or acceptable to come to work dressed like a leprechaun. Boo.

I figured out a few ways around this obstacle by painting my nails green, wearing green jewelry, and a Mickey Mouse tee where he’s dressed like a leprechaun. I was feeling better, but not complete…. Until Zoey and I devised a plan.

You see, we have been planning to start our own YouTube channel for a while, but have not had the right idea, time, or motivation to start. Until now. Thanks to the enthusiasm surrounding March 17th we felt invigorated. We finally had an idea for a great video.

After work Saturday, we met for a lunch/planning date at a little restaurant between our two apartments. We were supposed to spend the whole lunch brainstorming, but spent half the time playing with my Instagram and drinking Bellini’s (for extra courage and confidence.)

As we ate, the streets literally filled with people dressed head to toe in green and shamrocks. There are several Irish Pubs in the neighborhood and by lunchtime, people were lined up in the streets waiting to get inside. We decided it was now or never.

We started by walking up and down the street waiting for the perfect group of people to walk by, and for the self-confidence to walk up and start interviewing complete strangers. Once, we started it all flowed perfectly.

I am simply amazed at the number of people who were willing to talk to us, dance for us, kiss people for us, and all on video no less. I love these people!

Today, we locked ourselves inside and put the compilation of crazy videos together.

Killer was just trying to help

Done! Our YouTube Channel is TheNYG’s, our show is Hey! Look at us. We are super excited to make more videos.

Watch our first show here.