Receiving a package you weren't planning on receiving. Just like a surprise card or birthday party - they rock and tends to make the rest of your day.
Today, like any other day, I received an e-mail saying I have a package at the front desk. What I thought would be just some extra large envelope turned out to be a kick ass surprise.
Remember when I wrote about meeting Justine, my fashion fairy god mother, and shopping at Gap?
Well, we met, we shopped, chatted and I had a sweet dress to wear to my friend's wedding two weeks ago. I also was teased with the idea that I could become one of 50 Gap enthusiasts across the U.S. I never thought that I would actually be chosen but I was! So, friends, keep your eyes peeled for an invite- we are going to have a Gap party. We will drink, dance to music and try on a few pairs of jeans.
See? I'm not lying. I really was selected!
When I started this little blog almost two years ago, I didn't know who the hell would read it. Would I be interesting? Would people even comment? Would they return even if I used the F-word one too many times? How do I explain a blog to my parents?
Through this little blog, I've met some fantastic Clevelanders that I otherwise would've never been introduced to. Take Alexa for example - who knew one ticket to Sex & the City would make us instant friends. Or Narm who I make a point to call or stop by his office to kindly tell him to stop hating on girls and our messed up minds. Or I would greeted with a hug at the Greenhouse Tavern when Chef's Widow is the hostess with the mostess for the night.
See.. now don't you want to move to Cleveland? If not for the sweet bloggers, maybe Shaq and LeBron, right?
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