My husband and I recently got back from an anniversary trip to Memphis, and the entire trip of celebrating another year of our love was delightful. I’ll get to said delightfulness on the next post, as this first post is actually not really about my husband at all. Sorry, hubs.
On our very first night in Tennessee, I had the honor of meeting Rach over at This Italian Family.
Rach and I have been blog friends for close to four years, so I was giddy in hopes of meeting her on our trip.
I snapshotted Rach’s Instagram post because I thought she captured the energy of our meet so well. We hugged in random parking lots, laughed a lot and just immediately clicked. That’s the beauty of blogging friendship, isn’t it? Without ever tangibly meeting, you can understand and adore each other just the same. It felt like we were just picking up wherever we had left off, even if where we had left off was exchanged over words on a keyboard.
Her and her hubby Chris(topher) ((I was told I could call him either and couldn’t pick one so this is how I will always see his name now)) picked us up from our AirB&B lodging and took us to their favorite Mexican restaurant, Las Delicias, which definitely lived up to its name. But more on Memphis eats later. I knew I loved Rach almost the moment I met her. It was, in fact, the same moment hubby and I were being scolded. We were unintentionally exiting the wrong door and the homeowner was politely letting us know. Robby was chatting with her at the same time Rach walked up to hug me. I quietly murmured something about us being in trouble when Rach, seconds after I had officially met her, excitedly asked, “Oooooh. Why are you in trouble?!” I’m one to jump past small talk in the first place, and I feel like there’s definitely no need for feigning boundaries when you’ve been reading the other’s blog for years. So I’m glad Rach felt the same and we were able to immediately jump to the good stuff. The good stuff being blatant curiosity and fast friendship.
From there, Rach and Chris(topher) quickly made our first night in Memphis the best first night possible. They paid for our dinner, took us to meander through the aisles of a grocery store and wine shop and even brought us to taste the Memphis-famous Gibson’s donut. Put simply, they were the sweetest. And I say this right after talking about scrumptiously sugar-laden donuts, so y’all know I’m not playing.
Rach was outgoing and kindhearted and so fun to be around, just as I pictured she’d be, so I’m glad she thought I lived up to my blogging self too. I also appreciate that when mentioning “vivacious, funny and friendly” she left out “scatterbrained” and “slightly awkward”, which, believe me guys, she definitely noticed in the hours we spent together. I may or may not have tried to walk out of the wine shop without my wine, less than five seconds after purchasing it.
In reading Rach’s comments on our photo she posted to Instagram, I got happy feels and decided that our little mutual friend blog circle needs to have a meetup in 2016. I also have to be a little sentimental and say that I’m forever thankful for the blogosphere and all of the wonderful things and people it’s brought my way.
Memphis Part 2, coming as soon as I can get past regression analysis in stats class! So probably never! Just kidding. I think. I hope.