A Rekindled Fall

Oddly enough as the seasons were beginning to change so was I. I felt the nervousness on a night that started out so ordinary with my sister and some glasses of wine, but it turned out not so ordinary for me.  I decided to go see The Cold Stares play in East Nashville in a little place called the 5 Spot. Since I hadn't been to a show in awhile because the last one I was at I ran into Trae. It was a little heartache that I didn't want to feel, so I kindly avoided it. But this night after a few glasses of wine, I said "what the hell, I like their music, I can't keep running from the things I like because of the chance I might see him." This is was I was saying aloud, but my heart was anxiously waiting for him to walk through that door that night. I waited, and waited to lay my eyes upon him, but as song after song played I was slowly feeling the knots begin to turn at the disappointment that I wasn't going to see him that night. So I took a risk, and I texted him the lyrics to song that would always remind him and I of each other. And to my surprise he responded. I was in shock. I hadn't spoke to him in so long, and my stomach turned from knots to butterflies almost instantly. I was so delighted I didn't know what to say back other than "I thought I might see you tonight, but then I was disappointed to not see you at their show." He had told me that he didn't feel well and decided to stay home.
I then felt so daring in the moment and said "well I still would like to see you, if you want to?" I was expecting nothing in return but a NO... but to my relief he said "sure you can come over" My skin flushed the moment I read his text and I was so uncertain of the feelings that would open like a can of worms, but I was so excited, my heart felt like it was beating out of chest. I didn't want to waste another minute sitting there texting, so Britt and I headed straight home for me to get a few things for the next day. As I pulled up to his house for the first time in months, I couldn't help but feel some what saddened that this use to be my home. The rush of excitement and the butterflies took over because I never thought I would be here again. But there I was standing at the door, waiting for him to open it. It was then that awkward moment of uncertainty on how say hello. Do I give him hug? Do I kiss him? That which would have been my natural reaction, but what was I to do?
 Just hours before, the thought never crossed my mind that I would be walking across this threshold tonight staring at the only person that I knew I truly loved. It was an exhilarating embrace that I received from him once we uttered the words "hi" We stayed up and talked for an hour or so. I was so happy to be there, and in that moment of catching up the last few months of our life, I didnt want to go to sleep. I wanted to sit and talk for hours, to hear his voice, his laugh, and to see him smile at me, all the things I had missed for months. He was right though, and I was tired. As we laid down, I felt the warmth of his arms wrap around me like a blanket on cold night and I knew in that moment this was were I was supposed to be. But how do I hold on to this, was this the right time? Had it been long enough to deal with the past, and enlighten the thoughts of our future? Were we ready for this? Why did he agree to see me tonight? All of these thoughts consumed my mind that night and it was so hard to sleep, even in the comfort of his presence, what happens now? Only time would tell, and we took things slowly at first, small dates here and there. I began living in a land of confusion. I enjoyed every moment with him, but with so much doubt and both of us with walls so high it was hard to break down the barriers that kept us apart.
 Music had always been my way releasing feelings when I was alone, I always seemed to find songs that related to how I was feeling in times like these, whether them happy or sad, and during this time Adele's new CD 21 had so many songs that I was relating to. It was Fall my favorite season of the year, and we decided to try some new things. He took me for a day out at Radnor Lake with the dogs, then we did a brunch that afternoon at Loveless Cafe, two things at which we had never done together before. Then another day spent at Arrington Vineyards was sure to set my heart soaring. I didn't care about a thing in the world, I was happy. I had him, and we were on the right path. Leaves began to fall and the weather turned colder. Not only was it Fall, it  was also Football season. I really got into college football this year for the first time.

 One of my best friends, Heather, was good friends with some of the Vanderbilt Football coaches and she has always been a Vandy fan, so it was our weekly girls thing to go the home games that season. We had so much fun, and I was actually converted to a Vanderbilt fan. We even drove down to the Alabama game and stayed with my friend Michelle for the game there. I had never experienced a real SEC game until that one, when I walked into Bryant- Denny Stadium for the first time. The Red and White and the roar of the Roll Tide was overwhelming. Michelle had showed us such and amazing time. I really enjoyed the memories made there that weekend and all the ones made during the season with Heather and my sister. We really bonded, maybe it was the Tomboy in the both of us, but we somehow connected more than we ever had before during those months.
Halloween was soon creeping up on us. I was super excited to carve pumpkins and get dressed up for night out on the town! And that's exactly what we did. Surely enough Trae showed up on my door step as Darius Rucker, LOL his alter Ego and that's why I love him. I was a bit more extravagant with a nice sexy vamp thing going on, we went to Chris Nathan's birthday party for a little while then met up with some other friends that we had planned that night. As things started out good, they ended so poorly. At that point in our life there was so much uncertainty in where we stood with each other. Sure we had love for each other that was undeniable, but we had messed things up so badly before that there were feelings that continued to pull us down.

That night I let those feelings out, because there was no clarity to how things were between us. Were we together? NO, we were just working on things, we hadn't committed ourselves back together. Which is why this Adele song "I'll Be Waiting" hit home so hard to me. I'm sure I sang this song so loud in my car multiple times just like a nerd. But I couldn't help it. It screamed some of the feelings I had been experiencing at that point in time. I was waiting, waiting on him....or was I waiting on myself? I didn't know, everything was so cloudy to me. The only choice I had was to take it one day at a time, and hope for the best. He had my every priority, but I wasn't sure if that was being reciprocated and I would eventually find out. The Holidays were approaching us fast, it was soon time to give thanks for all the things we had in our lives and I was sure I had a lot to be thankful for.
.:XOXO TMARIE:.

At Summers End

First thing to do when I get home was head out to my parents house for some birthday fun and a little family bbq...OK... A LOT of family BBQ. My parents I can say definitely know how to throw a BBQ. I guess you can say thats where I get it from. It was my Dad's bday and my Mom's soon to follow so we had a good 'ole time just sitting out on the deck, drinking some beer, telling stories of my weekend and smelling the food on the grill.

 Late that night I finally got home to rest unload my stuff, and laid down. As I dosed off to sleep, the thoughts running across my head were wow, what a weekend! Not to mention, what was I gona do now? I had no job to wake up for, things with the Doctor got a little strange this weekend. Was I falling for him? It wasn't my intentions, but was that the root cause to some of the feelings I had that weekend? I believe that it was. I like him, it was just a realization that I wasn't ready for. I wasn't ready to move on, I still had things I was dealing with.

 I was confused, and then stressed about not having job. It was just a feeling of comfort that I somewhat was missing in my life and my feelings were reacting to it, or Maybe it was the thought of rejection? No that couldn't be otherwise why would have spent so much time together. Maybe it was time for me to stop trying to be in so much control and just let things be the way they were meant to be. And thats what I did. Pool time, working out, many nights listening to Chris' music helped me get my mind right, and nights with dear friends that summer helped me get through the lonely times.  I finally started a new job, and I was headed to Vegas that following weekend with my sister. It was her first time in the land of sin. 

You know that city of "lost wages" We had a great girls weekend, Jennifer came over from Cali for a night, we adventured to the clubs with people we had just met, typical group of girls style. Some of the Doctor's friends were in town that weekend too. They were staying at the Palms. On the last day, we decided it would be nice and relaxing to grab a daybed at the pool there and hangout. A couple hundred dollars later we were partying in the Real World suite. His friends had rented the suite for while they were there.

 The drinking didn't stop....an hour or two later we realize that my sister was lost. LOL well not really, she was just passed out, so the plan was to let her rest in the confessional room, and I would be back to get her after I packed etc. She ended up waking up and catching a cab back to our casino while I was out at the last bar for the night with Ally, we got up so early to catch our flight home, It was dreadful flight but we made it back to Nashville in one piece. The Doctor was also traveling so much, a couple weeks had went by since I saw him last and then it all hit me. One night we laid there talking and with all respect to him we were finally honest with each other that all though we enjoyed the comfort of the familiarity that we brought to each other it just wasn't something that was meant to be during that time in our lives and we slowly faded. I was OK, that morning as I watched the sunrise over Nashville. I was home, I had a job now, I got to take my little sister to Vegas for the first time and I rekindled some great old friendships. It felt good to see my summer come to a close and as Labor Day rolled around I had a door that I had closed for months reopen, that sent me into a tailspin.

.:XOXO TMARIE:.

Sweet Summer Time

As May rolled around things began to happen quickly. There were so many events going on. One of the first things I was planning for was Steeplechase! It was going to be my first year for big hats, and horse racing! I honestly had no idea what to expect, but thank goodness I was going with a few veterans to the game. Craig, his sister, her husband and I, threw on plaid, boots, dresses and hats and headed to races for some mint juleps and social gatherings. If you have never been, I suggest going at least once to experience the day.
 It calls for a good days worth of tailgating, gambling, grilled food and just good friends, with always a chance of rain! LOL and of course my first time we had rain. All and all it was a great day!! Later on that evening we had dinner at their parents house then continued drinking for the post steeplechase activities, Chris my roommate had a show and the night was longer than expected. I met up with the Doctor throughout the day and evening to hangout we were beginning to spend ample amounts of time together and feelings were beginning to bloom, but still the hesitation was there to commit to any feelings.

Sure we liked each other but we were just slowly coming around to admit that to each other, it would take a few more months. As the days dropped from the calendar of May, I enjoyed Preds playoff games with Amy and friends. Spending those Tuesdays and Thursdays in Smashville! Then soon becoming unemployed was a shock! Around the end of May I was laid off.
 I wasn't sure how to handle it, or what I was going to do. That night sitting on the Doctor's couch we just embraced the fact and began to look at things and options for me. He truly was great to have beside me while dealing with the shock of not going to work the next day. I took that time of freedom and just enjoyed my next month with long days at the pool, training myself to get up and run every morning, and sending out resumes in hopes of finding something new. One of my adventures during that time of freedom was my first Indy 500 Experience.

 Rachel was so stoked that last minute she had spare tickets to all the Indy 500 parties and race day tickets. So I packed up that day and headed up to Indianapolis, with no expectations and nothing holding me back in TN. Upon my arrival to Indy, Rachel warned me that I would be getting up super early to go to the station with her before heading to Carb Day at the track. It was so awesome to watch her work, and to see what truly happens in the Radio stations during the AM shows.
 Her and Kyle were absolutely hilarious!! If the city of Indy could hear their outtakes they would love them 10x more! Our Motto became the "Pace of the Race"  because of a caller. And that was truth, we were going at 230 mph the rest of the weekend! Carb Day had started and so did the drinking. If any of  you don't know, this weekend is full of drinking and fast cars! Ironically, the Doctor was up here that weekend as well for the race with his friends. He got in town later than I did. But had no idea I was there. My plan was to just visit with Rachel for the weekend but that got messed up when we ended up running into each other on Carb day. We ended up hanging out for a few but went our separate ways because Rachel some how managed to get us into the garages!
 I was so excited. Before this weekend I had never been to a race and with her close ties to some of the Indy car teams we got to go back there. It had been such a long day! We enjoyed the garages and then headed over to some of the suites before heading home so I could get a good view of the track before Sunday's event. We had such a good time. Later that night I met up with the Doctor and friends in an area of Indy called Broad Ripple, it was kind of a disastrous night. I didn't really know anyone he was with other than his friend from Nashville and things felt just plain weird. I ended up driving some of us home because they were to far gone to imagine driving and I wasn't leaving my car in an area I didn't know.
We ended up getting home safely. I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable but I was to far away from Rachel's to consider driving that late home. We ended up getting in a ridiculous fight and I just laid down to go to sleep. That next morning while everyone headed to the pool I headed back to Rachel's to relax and get ready for the Fantasy 500 party that night that we had VIP passes to. We were Red Carpet ready for the event and well rested. We enjoyed the free cocktails, the music and the company of friends who also were in town for the eventful weekend. I can honestly say it had been a great evening frolicking with some of the celebrities that were there. But my ultimate mistake and I blame my clouded judgement on alcohol was deciding to stay out later than Rachel did. I mistakenly thought it was a good idea to go meet up with the Doctor for round two this night. SO, I did. We had a better night that night, but I would regret my decision the next morning when I decided to stay the night and not take the taxi home.  We woke up about 30 mins prior to their party bus picking them up for the track that day, which meant no one had time to take me Rachel's and get back in time to leave.

Epic Fail it was and I was forced to take a taxi back to her house. As they were loading up, I getting in the taxi in my dress from the night before and giving her address to the driver, this was clearly "my walk of shame" LOL. One of which I will never forget! So after 30 mins of  riding we precede to head into downtown Indy, I begin to realize he has taking me to the completely wrong address. 45 mins later we are sitting in Race day traffic! I'm still in my dress, I'm hungover, I'm hungry, and my phone is dying! Not to mention Rachel is already at the track. It was a TOTAL Epic Fail. Well, since Rachel was there already, I began trying to coordinate plans with Pat McAfee her man at the time, who lived relatively close to her and was still at home getting ready to head to the track.
Another 45 mins later I make it to her house to change really quick, ALL of which I am still in the same taxi...now keep in mind I have been in this same taxi since 8AM, it is now going on 10AM, and when I finally pick up Pat. We head to track, running late as ever, as we are entering the on ramp to hit the interstate he realizes he has forgot his ticket. LOL, so YES, our taxi driver put the cab in Reverse and backed up the on ramp and turned around to head back. We grab the ticket and find out from his friends that we now had a police escort into the track. Thank goodness, because we were trailing behind and it was almost 12 before we finally got there. We were dropped off to meet friends at the car wash, and our taxi fare ended up being close to $175. I was floored.
 Thanks to Pat he picked up most of the bill because of the rough morning I had. The day ended up being pretty amazing I got a Suite ticket and got to see the opening of the race, which was monumental because they were celebrating the 100th Anniversary Indy 500 Race. The gusts of wind that blow your hair and the sound the cars make as the fly past you is exhilarating. Rachel met up with us at the Suite and I was finally getting some food and a few drinks, then we were headed down the Snake Pit. It was party time with the station. My photos don't do justice for the craziness that the snake pit brings to the race. That day despite all the things that happened to me prior in the morning turned out to be amazing. Rachel and I went on a fastfood binge on the way home from the track, managed to change clothes and end up at a strip club with lap dances and all, before going out that night to hangout with Marco Andretti for his after party at Sensu a premier nightclub in Indy.

 It was a great weekend! I learned alot of things to say the least and gained a new love for Indy car. But I was glad to be on the road home, and ready some R&R days at the pool to come....the Doctor and I were slowly fading after the Indy incident so coming back home to that was a bit challenging and I wasn't too sure what to think or how to feel. In the next few months of summer I would soon find out what was for the best.
.:XOXO TMARIE:.

A new place to call Home

It was that next morning, I said my goodbyes, grabbed a cab on that cold rainy morning in LA and then I boarded a plane to head home. Although, I was coming home to a world that was about to change drastically. I was excited to see "the doctor" when I arrived home. I was stringing myself along a road of uncertainty at the time, but I was thoroughly happy in his presence. I was't home for maybe 3 days before I was packing up and leaving again for the weekend. This time I was headed to Indy for the Pacers game with Rachel. I was excited to get up there and hangout, as if we didn't get enough time together the previous week.
We did some shopping, enjoyed the game, and went out to party. Then I was headed home. I didn't really have time to think too much at that point except for when I was on the road. Realizing that I was moving in a week put me in overload. My last night before moving, I enjoyed the noise of the crowd cheering on the USA soccer team with Denise. It was another spring rainy night, I had never been to a league Soccer game before so I wasn't sure what expect...actually I'm pretty sure neither of us knew what to expect, but we still managed to have a blast.

After the night had ended, it was back to packing up the last few things, and I'm not sure if I was ready for the changes.  I was staying super busy and writing helped me cope with a lot of things at that time, and writing a lot. There had been so many changes in my recent past that caused a sort of whirlwind of emotions. Blogging was the constant that kept my sanity at the time of such craziness. Our new home brought light, and new people in my life. I wasn't quite sure how living with a musician was going to be like but, it was too late to turn back now. This was going to be an interesting year to say the least. That first month of April, I had so many things happening. On my first night completely moved in, I was joined by the company of "the Doctor" not sure if its what I actually needed, but his warm and inviting smile was pleasant to see when I opened the door. To my surprise I was handed a house warming gift. A fresh scented candle, one of his favorites, a familiar scent and one that would burn and always remind me of him. It was a sweet gesture followed by dinner and wine at the City House in my new neighborhood for the evening.
 He then walked me to my door kissed me good night and headed home. He was always quite the gentlemen, and I liked that about him at the time. So I was left to unpacking and getting adjusted to me new place to call home, although nothing about it felt like home. Chris had moved in quickly, but was gone our first weekend in our new house, and things were strung everywhere. The following week when we were all together for the first time, Rachel came down and we made a big family feast. The laughter filled our house quickly.

 We were all beginning to enjoy living there. It wasn't shortly that my sister was coming down, and I was going to meet nephew Rowan for the first time since he had been born. I was pretty excited to see him and her. We spent the day shopping, and getting frozen yogurt and just spending time with family. He was the cutest little boy, and I had the best time bonding with him. I didn't want for them to leave. But, they could only stay so long, and I understood.



Being around children kindly reminds me that one day I hope that comes for me, that I hope I've made some decisions along the to ensure I have the opportunity to experience a love so great. But it was back to my busy life, my life that was not tied down to anyone or anything.

When I say I stayed busy I really did. That same week, was the Monster Ball. My one my great friends, Amy, had tickets last minute for us to go! I was super excited! To see Lady Gaga live was awesome! Little did I know
Amy had managed to get us right down by the stage, it was awesome! We had to wait for ever to hold our place but it was definitely worth not being able to feel my feet by the end of the night and my legs feeling like jello from standing for so long. But, Lady Gaga was one of the best concerts I had ever been to. She completely rocked the stage. I was also so happy that my sister was able to go as well. Although towards the end of the night I was a bit jealous that she had a seat, but whose to say she wasn't jealous that we were so close. It was one of the "grass is greener on the other side moments" but needless to say we were blessed and so thankful for Amy to have taken us along for the experience. Our friendship was beginning to really flourish over the next few months into a great one. May promised endings, new relationships, new feelings, and new experiences on my journey to collecting the pieces of me and putting them back together.

.:XOXO:. TMARIE

Girls of Playboy Golf

The next morning was definitely an early one and one that we were not really ready for. Playboy Golf brings together people from around the world, to play golf, mingle with attractive females, and party. The network of girls stretch from all over the USA, into Canada and Australia. We are all brought together once a year for the final golf tournament of the season. Some of which you make bonds with for life, and others well you just simply wonder why they are there in the first place.
 I made two incredible bonds for life with Michelle and Rachel. We had met at our original tournament a few years back and this was our 2nd trip to the finals. I only really cared to be around the two of them. Most everyone else, I didn't care to make the initiative to get to know. As we unloaded by the hundreds to the course, we walked around to find out what holes we would be playing on for the day, picked up our bag of essentials and ate breakfast. We then loaded up our golf carts and set out for two courses. 

Erica, Michelle, Myself, Rachel

The day was full of taking pictures, dancing,  having drinks with the golfers and just letting the wind blow through our hair with the scent of fresh cut green grass in the air. My girls are quite the entertaining ones so we didn't really experience boredom. It was fun a great day in the sun in the presence of two of my favorite people, and a new one. As things progressed during the day, we made plans to all go out that evening to the Supper Club. It was a night club in LA. The 4 of us headed back to the hotel  exhausted from the day and ready to nap before the evening. When I previously mentioned I didn't have a good feeling about trusting people in LA ...well my intuition was correct, the girl we kindly added into our circle, managed to steal things right from under us. While Rachel was in the shower and I was sleeping still, after she had gotten ready to go out, she packed up her suit case and decided she was too tired or sick to go out that night with us. We thought this was strange but didn't argue and let her go.
 We went out that night and had fun, I ran into a friend of mine from Nashville, randomly but it was great to see a familiar face in a town that's not common in. The next morning being as naive as we were, we come to find out that we were missing things, like jewelry, makeup, etc. This then became a matter of strangers in our room, who do you trust, etc. I had more things taken from me than anyone else in the room. I was so furious that I went straight to the directors of the event and they told me "We can't do anything about it" I couldn't believe that they could stick us in rooms with girls we didn't know and then have the audacity to say they can't do anything about our things being stolen.

 This was my last straw. It was my last day here and last night with Playboy Golf. I spent most of my morning talking to hotel security, and trying to figure out where my things went and with who they were with. With everything panning out the way they did, I just decided to let it go and enjoy the last night there. This was the lingerie party night and it was almost over. 
This night was the night that everyone looked forward to. The girls did their best to show everything they could and appear to still be wearing clothes. This was also the night that the Playboy International Girl of Golf was announced. You see, the last few days were a campaign to help Rachel win this title. All the dinners, the golf course, the golf balls we handed out with her photo on them, everything was to help get the golfers to vote on her to win. I was asked multiple times throughout our stay why I didn't try to run for this, and my answer was simply she was a better fit for the roll, and honestly I wasn't interested.

 I didn't really  have the patience for all the politics that were involved in the competition. Rachel did her best the whole time we were there to speak to everyone and she deserved it. As the night went on, we celebrated Hef's 85th birthday. It was awesome to see him in person, I never thought that would have ever happened in my life. As I roamed the grounds of the Playboy Mansion for the last time, I soaked in everything that I had learned from the whole experience. We made our way to the side of the stage and patiently awaited the results of the Girl of Golf competition. When they announced Rachel's name I was so EXCITED for her I was shaking, I knew that she wanted this so bad, and it was then I realized this would be the last time I would be here. Seeing her in the spotlight, listening to her speech, was enough for me. I had honestly experienced everything that I needed to through this adventure.
 I made 2 wonderful friends with whom I hold dearest to me, and I learned a lot about who I was as a person, who I wanted to be and the life through playboy or anything of the same was not where I wanted to be. It was time to celebrate and also to slowly phase out this part of my life. I never once regretted participating in  Playboy Golf I am merely just thankful I was never the person to be consumed by it. It helped me develop some personal emotional strengths, and I came out a stronger person on the other side. Thanks Playboy Golf...Its been nice knowing ya... PEACE!
.:XOXO:. TMARIE

The Land of the White Rabbit

The next morning I got up early to get ready for my flight and any festivities that could possibly come my way once landing. Just before leaving for the airport I said goodbye to a great friend and thanked him for the time spent. as I look back now I learned a lot about by myself over those last couple of days,  I then proceeded to pick up my luggage and head to my next destination. The infamous Land of the White Rabbit, for the Playboy Golf Finals- "where girls who aren't so nice appear to be nice, and where men are just looking for a good time at any price."
 When I arrived at LAX I picked up my luggage and headed down to limo lane. While standing there, a girl bumped into me and asked if I was part of Playboy Golf and if she was in the right spot for the shuttle and before I could get out an answer the limo rolled up with Rachel in it. I was so ecstatic to see her, we loaded up the car and rolled into the Hills. One of the first things we did after checking in was head straight to the mall. It was as if a tradition in our eyes, I'm not even sure why we packed so many things to wear because we always ended up buying new stuff out there. After shopping we headed down to the ballroom for our annual "rules and regulations" meeting, even sitting in the meeting we already new we were leaving after and heading to dinner with the Elite of Playboy Golf, it was almost as if it was a joke to sit there and listen to "rules" which were apparently to your discretion.
 Not sure where we were headed for dinner, Rachel and I joined everyone outside the hotel lobby and climbed in the limo. Shortly we were dropped off on a side street "Canon" just around the corner from Rodeo drive. Where we were then lead to a small private elevator that took us to the top room of the building.
When the doors opened, I didn't know what to expect, but what I found were men in nice suits lounging & enjoying some of the finest cigars in town. Walking through the restaurant I felt like I was walking back through time as if I stepped into a popular speakeasy, where the men were amazed to see the beauty of woman in their secret spot, and when they looked at you, you could feel the flirtatious glance as they released the smoke from their lips in a smooth cloud with a slight grin in your direction so effortlessly. The Grand Havanna Room a private members cigar bar was where we spent the remainder of our evening, in the heart of Beverly Hills, with a beautiful rooftop setting, sipping champagne and telling stories over exquisite Italian food. Carelessly into the night we dined, enjoyed everyone's company and developed new friendships.
 It was a night that I will never forget. Once back to our hotel, Rachel and I headed back to our room. We were so high on life, so happy to be next to each other sharing these experiences. There was no one I would rather have had that night spent with than her. When we walked in our room we noticed that where we once were sharing a room with a stranger we somehow managed to be back to our dynamic duo. The night had ended perfectly, we toasted our last glass of champagne for the evening to "US" and then shut our eyes for good nights sleep.

The next morning was St. Patty's day and what better way to spend this national party holiday then at the Playboy Mansion.
 I went down to the lobby to get us some breakfast, something a little healthy and a nice patio setting until I felt like primping myself for the days extravaganza.  As I sat there enjoying my breakfast and the view from our balcony, I collected my thoughts of what the day may lead to.
This was my calm before the storm. I then started getting ready and we made our way down to the lobby to head over to the Tee Party.
While Rachel did her photo shoot I mingled with friends throughout the grounds of the mansion and enjoyed the beautiful spring day in the Hills. The flowers  were blossoming and people were in their festive green attire, which I chose not to wear. Everyone was in the best spirits and enjoying themselves.

 After her shoot we met back up and she had met a friend. She was one who we thought at the time was nice, but like I mentioned before people aren't what they seem here. Those details to come.
We all hung out and formed our own little Brunette Mafia as we frolicked through the festivities, laughed, caught up with friends from the previous year we were slowly approaching the days end. We loaded up on the buses and headed back to the hotel.
It was at this point where we thought we had gained a new friend. We headed to the room the get ready to go out that night and made the epic fail decision to go with her to her house so that she could stay with us. Little did we know how far we had to drive, and what we were getting ourselves into. That night we ended up awkwardly walking into one of the rookies for the Lakers apartment.
 It was the most uncomfortable feeling to be there. As we sat at the kitchen bar we were offered a drink, I was not impressed by any means at the situation we were in and drinking just didn't seem like the smart thing to do not to mention there weren't any options that looked appealing. I took my drink as a courtesy, but chose to sit sober and observe my surroundings, as awkward as they were.  We didn't stay very long. Since it was already so late and we had to be up early for the golf course the next morning,

 we decided to leave. Which in my opinion was the best decision we had made all night. There are somethings you just have to learn the hard way, and trusting someone in LA is one of them. We made it safely to back to our hotel and vowed to never make that mistake again! I was so happy to find my bed and to fall asleep, after the crazy expedition we took across LA that night it was something of a comfort and familiarity that I most deeply didn't take for granted.

.:XOXO:. TMARIE