Back from Europe, but heading to the equally exotic Milwaukee this weekend for my 10-year college reunion. Fuck, I'm old. I remember sitting on my front stoop right around the time I graduated from college, thinking about what my life would be like in 10 years. So the fact that it's finally here and thinking about everything that's happened over the past 10 years is kinda making me want to vomit.

Here we go!

What I did on my blog vacation. My blogcation. That big ass gap in time.

I met a really nice guy Matt on my 31st birthday at Deliah's in Chicago. He's not much of a smiler in photos; and his lips do that thing where they are all naturally frowny, but trust me, he's a nice dude. Don't I have awesome "sex hair" in this photo? Yeah, too bad we were just at the park. No, we didn't do it hobo-style in the park, this is just how my hair is on windy days.



Hobo-style.

As the story goes, I was sitting by myself in a booth at Delilah's waiting for my friends to arrive, drinking a gin and tonic. He was also at Delilah's for his friend's birthday. He knew our mutual friend, Will, was also going to there for my birthday, but didn't know who I was. He said he noticed me wearing this red dress and thought, "I bet that's Will's friend." Eventually, we were introduced, he got my number and we've been dating ever since. Of course, I'm simplifying it about 1000 times, but that's the general gist of it.

In October, Matt actually fell off of a 12' ladder at work and broke his back. He broke his motherfucking back! He was supposed to come over to my house for dinner that night when it happened. I get an instant message at work saying, "Megs, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm going to make it tonight. I'm in the hospital." Yeah. I called him and he hadn't been administered any drugs yet, so when I heard his voice all wavery...I just lost it. It happened Oct. 15, 2008 and by Feb. 9th, 2009, he was finally cleared to go back to work. He just went in for his final doctor's appointment yesterday, and he's received a total clean bill of health. He's the luckiest/unluckiest son of a bitch that I know. Could of been much worse. Feel incredibly lucky it wasn't.

And then there was this amazing night.



















Seems silly to talk about, but the weather that night was an abnormally warm -- 70s in November. It felt like it was just meant to be. You could just feel the excitement in the air. Everyone was in a good mood and were so, so nice to one another. The only way I could tangibly describe the feeling of being there was similar to going to a major outdoor concert, with about 10 times the amount of people, and everyone is there to cheer on the same band you want to see. An unforgettable night, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

In Feb. 2009, I went to Vegas with my girls for a fake annual conference we call "WangCon." All those conferences have stupid names like, "NeoCon" and "ComicCon" so you can use your imagination what nine girls in Vegas were 'meeting' about. Heh. These are the photos you are allowed to see.



Oh, and coincidentally, my friend, Tina married her fiance, Tom, while I was in Vegas. I was asked to be a witness since I was going to be there already. It's not a trip to Vegas unless you get to see Elvis marry someone.



This was our view from our room at the Wynn. Schmancy!



This is my friend, Sarita. Organizer extraordinaire of the WangCon. They're doing a cruise this summer, which I'm sad to say I have to miss out on.



So, as you can see, Wally is still fat and a total pookie.





It wouldn't be a Megan-blog if there wasn't at least one cat photo, so you're just going to have to deal. I gotta admit, when he sits like this, it kinda freaks me out and cracks me up at the same time.

And because I'm getting sick of posting photos, I'm going to wrap this up now. Finally! I'm gonna end this post with one of the most recent photos of me at Matt's sister's wedding.



I had huge awesome country club hair that day. See, you really didn't miss that much as apparently I've just been concerned about what type of hair I have that day.

New adventures to come.