Hello Beautiful Peeps!
Toot toot! I am back from a two month nonblogging absence! I shall provide no excuses... Only a list of the fabulous chain of events that happened to me during the most wonderful pinch-me-if-this-is-my-real-life last two months:
1) I was feeling a teensy bit homesick. Okay, that is a lie. I, Tara Beth Cheney was super homesick. I am a pack animal. I love my family, my friends, and mostly - being home for the holidays! Amongst emails from my best friend that I must return home immediately because she could not live for one more day without me and constant pestering from my little sis if I was going to make it home for Christmas... I caved.
My sister, mom, and several other relatives were going to be in Las Vegas on December 9th to celebrate my sister (CeCe) and two other cousins' 21st birthdays, all which occurred in 201o... I had been well informed of this fabulous trip, because my sister had sent me some very sad emails begging, pleading, and wishing I was going to be there celebrating the year of her 21st birthday with her. Little did she know that I had a very very fun surprise up my sleeve.
So, I secretly hopped on a plane from Hong Kong and came back to the beautiful United States of America! One would think I would fly home to Boise, Idaho. But no - I went to Vegas! I knew my mom and sister's flight arrival time, so standing in the Las Vegas airport's limo driver line, I held a sign in front of my face that said, "Tami & CeCe Cheney." With my Aunt Amy to film the surprise (I had to let her in on the secret because I needed an accomplice), well... You watch for yourself:
So the surprise was the best ever. And we proceeded to do exactly what all single 21-year-old girls* do in Vegas...
Party like ROCKSTARS! And this brings us to event number...
2) Picture this... First night in Vegas. It's a Thursday night, so the clubs aren't quite hopping like they normally are on a Friday or Saturday. CeCe, our cousin Steffanie, and I have a few lovely beverages, put on our party skirts, and head down to the Rok Club, which is a somewhat small dance club in the New York New York - the hotel we were staying at. With our lovely beverages demolished, and a nearly empty dance floor, we were literally dancing like no one was watching. We're talking soulja boy, moon walking, the robot, and as CeCe chastisingly calls them - TBC's cheerleader dance moves.
I look up from my running man just long enough to notice some cute boys looking our direction.
"Hey CeCe," I say. "Check out those cute boys over there. They want to talk to us but they're too shy."
To my surprise, seconds later, the cute shy boys have us surrounded. One particularly very-tall-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-godlike-wonderful-smelling-Abercrombie-dressed-with-really-nice-Italian-leather-shoes-and-European-jeans-beautiful-boy comes up to me and starts talking to me with a strangely sexy foreign accent (have I told you lately that I loffffff accents? Okay, what girl doesn't?).
"Where are you from?" I ask.
"Norway," he smiles with the yummiest most kissable lips I have ever laid eyes upon.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." I giggle. "What's your name?"
"Uheestein"
"Uhee-what?" I ask.
"Uheestein."
"Uhee-what?" I question again. "Oh, never mind. I'll call you Mr. Norway."
My only recollection from that point forward is of me and Mr. Norway - as if we're in our own little world... The rest of the club fades away as we dance, me still doing my moon walking, trying to get him to robot, and jumping on him rodeo-style only to have the bouncers kick me off. We even go to the co-ed bathroom together:
Dancing turned to kissing and the next thing you know.... I'm pregnant!
JUST KIDDING! (And sorry Mom - bad joke.)
This leads us to event number...
3) ********
HOWEVER, I am going to make you wait! MUAH! Stay tuned for the continuation of TBC's pinch-me-if-this-is-my-real-life last two months!
Love,
TBC
* Okay, I know I'm 27 and not a 21-year-old girl. But for that weekend in Vegas, I temporarily reserved the right to be 21... again.
PPS - Mr. Norway's correct spelling of his first name: Øystein. The Ø is pronounced like the U in urge. The Y sounds like ee. The stein is just like the stein in Einstein. "Uheestein." Now have 5 vodka sodas and try and say that out loud. :)