Ep. 1: Hoofin’ It!

Just as I promised, this is our first episode of The Adventures of Britt & Mic! If you do not know what I am talking about then catch up here –> The Adventures of Britt and Mic! <– But basically, Micaela (my sister) and I have been having so many fun weekends that I wanted write about them. There is never a dull moment when we are together! So here you go, enjoy…

 

Our favorite place to go on the weekends, or even week nights, is the Water Wheel Saloon in Norco. This is where we go to line dance. We started going so often that the line dance instructors and the bar tenders all knew us. Now this was back in like the end of March or beginning April. It was a Friday night so Micaela and I decided to meet our friend Wesley at the Water Wheel (Mic’s man was working weekends at the time so I was her weekend boyfriend and she was my/is my wing-woman to help me find a man… which has yet to happen but that is neither here nor there). Somewhere throughout the night these two guys start talking to our group and they buy us a drink, pretty sure it was shots. But they bought for all three of us so it wasn’t creepy. Oh you want to know their names? Well, that just isn’t the point of the story here is it…

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I just realized… who took this picture for us?!

Anywho, we are all chitchatting and it is getting late. Mic and I had mentioned, only to each other and Wes, that we wanted to go to Mavericks, the bar up the street. Wesley has to leave and asked if we wanted him to drive us up there. We assured him no, we were not even close to wanting to leave Water Wheel yet. So he leaves and Mic and I are still talking to our new friends. The conversation is starting to run a little slow so what do Mic and I do? What one naturally does in a bar, quotes Spongebob Squarepants DUH! Honestly who knows what TF we were doing but we did it with hand motions and everything. One of the guys tried to ask what we were doing and we told him it was from Spongebob. Bless his poor soul he tried real hard to know what we were talking about but you could tell he was lost. (Side bar: I am pretty sure I have mentioned this before, but we told my dad that we did Spongebob in the bar and he scolded me saying I will never find a man like that. Well dad, maybe I will find the RIGHT man like that, yeah ever think of that?)

It had only been maybe 15 minutes since Wes left and Mic and I were all it is time to go. We turn to the guys and say sorry fellas, but we have to go home, we have to be up early for a hike (which was the absolute truth… well the hike). They replied bummed and asked if we wanted to go to Mavericks. We nicely said no, we have to go to sleep. We say bye, thanks for the drinks, and quickly walk out the bar.

Our usual, park in the back and bring a case of White Claws. We drink a couple before going in, sometimes come out for another, it is how we roll… that and we are broke. So we go to the car for our last White Claws. Mavericks is so close we felt dumb calling an Uber and figured we could save a few bucks by just walking there. We map it out and it is exactly one mile from where we were and it said it would take 30 minutes to walk. 30 MINUTES?! We said nah, we can make that in 10-15 minutes. So we grab our White Claws and we GO. We get to the “side walk” aka, the dirt horse path, and we start HOOFIN’ IT.

We are about halfway there and we decide we should FaceTime Tabitha, one of our other sisters, but she doesn’t answer (loser. JK I love you). So we decide to leave her a FaceTime Voice Mail, and invention of our own making. We recorded ourselves, and sent it to her via text, genius we know (refer to IGTV for evidence of this message). Ever since that night we have made those a thing.

We finally make it to Mavericks. We are walking up to the door and an Uber cuts us off on our path to the door. Out of this Uber I kid you not, steps out THE TWO GUYS FROM WATER WHEEL. Mic and I stop in our tracks, look at each other with utter fear on our faces, turn around and literally run. We find a truck to hide behind and just squat down trying to hush our hysterical laughter. Tab calls us back and we are trying to explain and she thinks we are nuts. We don’t know what to do, we just know we have to pee really bad. Okay, we need a plan. We put our hair up in buns because we both had it down, and pop the colors on our denim jackets, you know to disguise ourselves because NO ONE would recognize us in this change of wardrobe… idiots we are. We walk in and make a B line for the bathroom. We make it, everything is cool. When we come out we see an open table in the middle of the place, perfect it is not on the edge, it will be harder to pick us out. We sit down and just stair at each other quietly when low and behold, who walks up?

“Heyyyyy” they say, “We thought you were going home.”

“Oh hiiiii,” we respond, “we had to go to the bathroom.”

“So you had to go to the one at the bar?”

“Yeahhhh, we just couldn’t make it all the way home…”

I can’t even remember what was said after that, but they obviously didn’t hate us too much because they hung out with us again. Mic and I did a few line dances here and there, and then one of the guys said he knew how to two step and took Mic on the dance floor. They were doing alright, not too shabby. The end of the song comes and he looks like he is going for a dip, which is pretty normal at the end of a dance. With him in the lead, Mic goes for it. THIS FOOL drops her on her ass. Just straight full body on the floor and he just stares at here and helps her up. Her face just reads WTF just happened. He apologizes and said he didn’t know she was going for the dip. This is when we realize it is time to leave. We call that Uber up and we dip. That was the fastest karma I ever did see.

We made it home, made it to bed, and did not make it on the hike we were supposed to go on, but went on an easier, closer one and named it the hangover trail because that’s what we were.

The end.

Head to IGTV to watch us talk more about this and stay tuned next Friday for our next adventure! A little more Water Wheel, a little more drunk, and a whole lot more tragic.

The Adventures of Britt and Mic!

I made a plan! In my last post, Chase Me Gosh Darn-It!, I said I was thinking about sharing more of mine and my sister Micaela’s adventures. The first will come this Friday (or at least that is the plan) so make sure you follow along here AND on Instagram (@the.B.Law) because there will be supporting videos for every story… we tend to leave “FaceTime voicemails” when we go out and drink. Oh, you don’t know what a FaceTime voicemail is? If someone doesn’t answer our FaceTime call, then we record a “voicemail” and text it to them. It is great, you should try it.

So Friday will be the first story where we will introduce our favorite place ever to go out. Until then, head to Instagram for our intro video of us just being ridiculously us LOL!

Next weeks episode: Hoofin It!

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Chase Me Gosh Darn-It!

**Disclaimer: this post might just be a ramble, but it is the start to a new series of posts. So yeah read on!

I feel like every time I write a new blog I want to start it off like, “Hey! It’s been awhile…”. Obviously it has been awhile, let’s not kid ourselves. I have not been writing so let’s just skip that part and be real haha.

So hi! I know this is supposed to be a style blog or whatever, but I’ve got some feelings and shit. How come even though you want to be effing chased, you allow guys to have it easy and don’t make it hard to chase you? Am I that starved for attention that I am willing to accept in the moment affection that won’t last? AM I JUST STUPID?! I am starting to think that is the issue…

Question: what is more dumb? Being actually stupid and not realizing what the consequences of your actions might be, OR being smart enough to know the consequences and choosing to do that action anyways?

This question came up after choices I made that I most definitely knew the consequences of, but tried to convince myself otherwise (it may have also been the alcohol convincing me otherwise). This story will potentially get shared in time, but regardless, a valid question I am pondering.

Being in the dating world is tough, like more than just trying to actually find a man who will give you the time of day. But once one actually does, you have so many things to decipher. Maybe I just overthink everything, but I have quickly come to realize that I do not know how to date. I do not know the rules, I do not know the games, I do not know how to play it cool, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

Don’t get me wrong, I am having fun. Micaela, my sister that you are going to hear much more about, and I go out often and we ALWAYS have a great time. I have met a few people, and maybe one will stick, but it is scary to have hopes about any of it. We say we have hopes of having hopes. I am in this place where it feels like eventually they all choose someone else anyways. So as much fun as we have, it is hard sometimes to be home on a Sunday night after all the fun is over and still feel somewhat alone, but I am working on it.

I am not really sure where this post is going, but I have decided I want to write more about mine and Mic’s adventures and being in the dating realm. The Tragic Girls are essentially back but in a whole new light ;). Get ready for some fun and tragic stories (and lots of code names)!

 

Dear Micaela

I am not quite sure why, but so often when I think of you, the image of you with crimped hair and your metallic silver Britney Spears and/or Christina Aguilera costume pops in my head. Just a fun fact 😉

I wanted to let you know how much I have been enjoying hanging out with you. I keep thinking about the one night we confessed to each other that we both thought neither one of us wanted to hang out with the other. I always thought I was too lame for you, and you thought you were too wild for me. Maybe we are actually just the perfect balance we both need.

I don’t think we really think about how much younger siblings can teach us. We as older sibs think it is all on us, but these last couple months, I am learning from you and I want you to know that. You have showed me that it is okay to get messy and let loose and I mean this in the best possible way. I have spent so much of my time striving for perfection. It gets to the point where I feel like I cannot do anything “out of line” without someone making it into some kind of deal. But these last couple months where we have just let loose, acted goofy, and have had fun, have been AMAZING! You are one of the few people I can be fully myself with with absolutely no judgements. I can tell you my craziest thoughts and you are there for it.

You are teaching me to stop apologizing because I am an overly apologetic person with no real reason to be. Multiple times you have told me, “don’t say sorry, you have done nothing wrong”. The pressure we can put on ourselves of right and wrong can be so overbearing, but you are reminding me to not be so judgmental of myself and my actions.

You are also teaching me to not care so much what others think, although I believe this is something we all struggle with. When we are together though, I think we are good at reminding each other that WHO CARES?

I want you to know how amazing you are. It is still weird to think I can go out and drink with you, but here we are, both adults. Know you have this confidence around you that I envy and I can feel when I am with you. It radiates around you and is infectious. I strive to be even an ounce as confident as you are when we are together. You walk proudly up, are not afraid to talk to people, or to take chances. I hope to be like you one day.

Also know you have grown into such a beautiful woman. I often look at our current photos together and am just amazed. Not amazed that you are beautiful, we all knew you would grow into a breathtaking woman, but to have that memory of your cute crimped hair to you now it’s just like damn, look at her.

Last thing to know, you are so loving. I can see all the love you have to give. From your selflessness you give to your friends, to the love for your family, your special bond with me and the sisters, and the love you have for your man. I can see the way you look at him, yearn for him, and take care of him. You’re so full of love, don’t ever lose that, and know you are deserving of the exact same love from everyone you give it to.

None of us are perfect. We strive to be, but we are only human. It is okay to make mistakes and to also give ourselves a break from the tiresome journey to be constantly put together. I love being “messy” with you. I say messy in quotes because we are not messy, but when we let loose, it is some of my favorite times. To be genuinely us. To quote Spongebob Squarepants in a bar, even if dad scolds me that I will never find a man doing that. To drinking in the parking lot at the bar and then walking a mile to the other bar just to save a few bucks. To dishing out bean and cheese burritos at 3 in the morning and then crying into them because of how hungry we were and the thankful thoughts that these burritos may actually save our lives. To being hyperaware of where we both were at all times at Stagecoach because we can’t stand the thought of something happening to one of us. You are still my baby sister and I have this mama bear urge to protect you always.

You are one of my best friends and I love you so much, and I am so sorry for ever making you feel like I didn’t want to be around you. I will always be here for you, remember that. Just as you don’t judge me, I am not here to judge you. I will always listen and try to give advice when I can, admit when I can’t, or even just be there to be silent with. I’ve got you always. Everything happens for a reason and in God’s time, and there has to be one for why He wanted us close now. All I know is I never want to let this go.

Love,

Brittany

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RV Having Fun Yet?!

Pumpkin Patch Round Two

Sunday my sister, niece and I went to a huge pumpkin patch over in Yucaipa/Redlands. I took Dakota to this pumpkin patch last year and it was crazy then, but we were not prepared for the craziness this year. We got there later than we intended, 2pm, and just getting off on the exit was backed up. Parking was a joke, Nicole pulled into the first lot (a construction site not affiliated with the patch) and it was $20! Nicole didn’t want to drive farther so she just parked there. Once we got to the entrance of the pumpkin patch we were shocked yet again. The line to get into this place was insane! It was literally like getting into Disneyland. The line went through the entire parking lot and out of it FOR A PUMPKIN PATCH. Luckily it mostly moved fast. Once we were in we went to buy drinks because it was so hot and again WAITED IN LINE, like 45 minutes to buy bottled water. After water we finally got tickets and got Dakota on some rides and then the three of us went into the petting zoo. It was a day with a lot of waiting BUT it was still fun. Not going to lie though, I don’t know if I would want to go again next year if it is getting that crowded, I don’t know if it is worth it. Hopefully next month though we get to go to the apple orchard in Oak Glen because that is were I really wanted to go.

Now on to what is really important, my outfit for the pumpkin patch, DUH! I am just kidding, this outfit was nothing special but I do want to point out how amazing this v-neck is. I stalked and stalked this striped tee during the Nordstrom Anniversary sale until I found my size and I am so happy I prevailed in that mission. This has become my favorite casual top this season. It is super soft and light and goes with just about everything on the weekends. Whenever I do not know what to wear I just throw this on and either easy tuck it or tie a knot in the front or on the side and it is perfect. For the patch I paired it with my Adidas (also from the Nordstrom sale) and it was a comfy casual/athleisure outfit. I’m telling you, if you are looking for the perfect tee then check out this one, I will link below and it comes in 7 colors and is under $20!

Shop the look: Top | Jeans | Shoes | Sunnies

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Sister Tattoo!

Welp, it took me almost two weeks to reveal to everyone that I got a tattoo! Not because I was afraid to tell people, it was because I am 28 years old and was afraid to tell my parents! Haha I know, I am lame. They are not the biggest fans of tattoos but this one has a lot of meaning to me. My three sisters and I decided to get one together when we went to Vegas for the second to youngest’s 25th birthday. This wasn’t just a rash decision (kind of). We had talked about sister tattoos over a year ago I think it was. Ever since that talk it had been in the back of my mind. Ever so often I would go on Pinterest and look up small tattoo ideas and pin them on my secret tattoo board LOL!

On our drive out to Vegas, Nicole (oldest), Micaela (youngest) and I, Micaela brought the tattoos up. I mentioned one of my friend’s sister tattoos and that kind of sparked our idea. My friend’s is three triangles and their place in line by age was filled in (I hope that makes sense). So we wanted to play around with that but not with triangles. Micaela, while googling shapes, came across a pentagon. Five sides… there are five kids in our family (fifth is our brother and is between myself and the 25 year old birthday girl Tabitha). It was perfect! We would get four pentagons, one for each of us, with our place in the sister lineup filled in. (Brother is confused why he doesn’t have his own shape haha, but he won’t get the tattoo anyways so oh-well. We told him he is a line in the pentagon. But if HE DID get one, it would be the four pentagons with none of them filled in).

On Saturday we drew the tattoo on each other in the places we thought we wanted them. Tab, Micaela, and I wanted our wrists (Nicole has no room on her already tatted wrists…) and Nic decided on the back of her ankle. The plan was to get them that night on Fremont street where we would be going out after Tab got off work. Not going to lie, I was excited but more nervous than excited. Not about the pain, I knew it would hurt, but that I was going to get something on my body that would be there forever. It is a big decision I think!

The nighttime festivities came (as told in my post Dancing Queen, Only 25!) and the tattoo did not. We didn’t get down to Fremont until a little after midnight since Tabitha worked until almost 10pm. The tattoo shops closed at 2am so we just decided to go to a bar and dance. When morning came (as in the afternoon when we finally got out of bed after going to sleep at 5am) I was actually bummed we didn’t get them. This feeling proved to myself I wanted it. It was exciting that I was going to get something permanent like this with my sisters. To know that the four of us all have the same yet unique mark representing ourself and the four of us.

I think the other girls felt the same too because we decided we were going to get them still. We packed up all our stuff to leave and were planning on leaving for home right after the tattoo. Micaela found a place with good reviews, Diversity Tattoo, that conveniently had an opening 30 minutes later and their minimum price was $60 (the places on Fremont were $100 min). We got food and went on over. Our guy, Seth, was really nice and sketched our design. First try and it was perfect. When he asked who was going first the three of us youngsters pointed to Nicole. Sorry Nicole but you’re experienced with this! We went in age order. My heart was pounding so fast! Nicole’s probably took 10 minutes so I felt a little better BECAUSE I WAS NEXT! I made Nicole hold my hand when he started LOL, but then I was fine. I mean it still hurt, especially the part that was on my bone. Again though, 10 minutes and I was done. Next up was Tab. I actually thought she might cry because of the face she made. She held Nicole’s hand the whole time (she got her right wrist while Mic and I got our left). Last up Micaela.

It was official, the four of us are branded together and I was really excited! None of us wanted to tell the parents. We waited until this past Thursday when we had to because we went over there for Dakota’s (Nicole’s daughter) birthday dinner. Unplanned, Micaela and I happened to both wear long sleeves to dinner that we refused to pull up while eating even though it was spaghetti. We waited until we were all about to leave to tell them. Dad had the bigger reaction but in a not mad kind of way. He was really shocked (especially about Tab and I) and licked his thumb and tried to rub mine off LOLOL and proceeded to tell us they were lame and asked why we got houses. Dad, they are pentagons! (Sidebar: Nicole messed up and told people we got pentaGRAMS! *insert palm to face emoij* WOMAN! We are not satan worshipers get it right! PENTAGON!)

Anyways, it was fine and my dad texted me in the morning that it was actually kind of cool we got something together and he was happy it had meaning.

And that is the story folks! I am officially tatted. Guess that means I’m a bad ass now. You know, tattoo, started a blade gang, turning into a rebel over here! HAHAHA. Check it out!

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PS – This top is one of my faves and is perfect for fall and goes with either jeans or work pants AND is one sale! Linked here with LIKEtoKNOW.it 🙂

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Dancing Queen, Only 25!

I am super late to this but Sunday was my sister’s 25th birthday. I usually post a birthday photo the day of but considering the four of us sisters were in bed at 5am made it a little difficult, but so worth it.

This last weekend was some of the most fun I have had in awhile. The kind of fun that puts you in a weird, sad funk when it is over. My older sister Nicole, youngest sister Micaela, and I drove out to Tabitha’s place in Vegas on Friday night. Saturday we just hung out and relaxed, Tab worked at 6pm. I also made Nic and Mic play dress up because the blog. The plan was to be ready and go out after Tab got home. Thankfully, they let her off at 9:30ish. When she got home and changed, we were ready to go and called an Uber. Theme of the night: Mamma Mia! A few weeks ago Tab had said she wanted to wear her Mamma Mia pants out for her birthday. These are just long flared printed pants, but we like to call them Mamma Mia pants (our current obsession). So I told her then I want some too, which of course meant Nicole and Micaela wanted them as well.

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We made quite the scene in downtown Fremont, everyone got a kick out of our loudly patterned pants. It was so much fun and we were comfortable! So much better than typical Vegas dresses. I made the girls take this slightly embarrassing photo to pose like “Donna and the Dynamos” from the movie. Despite their push back (well only one sister in particular), we got a great photo and everyone watching us do it was kind of fun. Besides, we were in Fremont, there are plenty of worse things to see people doing.

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We spent majority of our time at a bar called Commonwealth where we danced on the rooftop dance floor forever. Although it was midnight, it was still 95° outside. When we left there, all Tabitha wanted to do was karaoke the song Mamma Mia. After an attempt at a karaoke bar across the street who was doing last calls, we ended up at a piano bar called Don’t Tell Mama, or Mamas for short. It was only fitting and was right next door to Commonwealth, a sort of real life foreshadowing of how our night would end. We sat in the bar and ordered 6 waters and a Dr. Pepper and Tab wrote our names and our song request on a napkin and the waitress put it on the piano. This place is cool because all of the servers and bar tenders sing too and are really good. The two customers that were singing when we walked in were also really good… maybe you have to be good to sing here? After the customers sang, our waitress sang three songs in a row. We thought that was it until the pianist called our names. Nicole refused but Tab, Micaela, and I graciously approached the stage. We positioned Tabitha’s boyfriend in the front row to record what was sure to be the voice of angels wearing bell-bottoms.

We sang the entire song accompanied by only a piano. It was epic. All 5 people in the audience loved us. We left the stage feeling euphoric. Nicole was probably the most alert sitting at the table with all seven drinks, Tabitha’s boyfriend was too drunk and never even pressed record, and his friend was asleep at the table. We sang the last song to close the night and walked out like champions. There is no proof, so really we could have sang like Meryl Streep and Lily James themselves and none of you would know any better. Let’s go with that version.

We Ubered home, it was 4am by the time we got back. Nicole went straight to bed and Tab and Mic called a third Uber to take them through the Del Taco drive through for us. Never does Del Taco breakfast taste better than at 5am. End scene. We went to bed.

Tabitha, I cannot believe you are 25. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating my 25th birthday in Huntington Beach, now that is another lifetime. Now you are living on your own with your wonderful man in an entirely different state! The little California girl who said you would never leave. Please know that I am always so proud of you. You go for what you want in life and despite what you may think, I have always thought you were so brave. You are going to do such great things in life and I better be in your dedication in your future novel ;). I love you so much and cannot wait to see where you end up in life. Scratch that, I can wait. Let’s just never get older and live long and tell the world about all our ridiculous tales that probably only we think are funny. You are the only one who truly gets me and speaks my language and dialect of movie references and commercial quotes. Know that there is no one like you and you are so special. I hope you had an amazing birthday.

To my sisters (all ya’ll), there is no one quite like our group. I have seen sisters who are close but no one compares to us (of course I am biased but I have heard others agree). We are unique and unlike all others. Our bond is so special to me, you are my best friends. One of the biggest blessings in my life is having you goofballs as sisters. Friends that I know will be by my side always without question. Women who empower me and encourage me to always be at my best (and will occasionally be at our tragic worsts together 😉 ). There are no words to describe how I truly feel about you girls. It is simply a feeling that I know only you girls can understand. I am so proud of each of you and proud to be your sister. I love being able to brag about you all. People probably think I am annoying with how much I talk about you girls. I love you all always (yes Tab, after all this time – please comment to finish that LOL).

Weirdos forever.

XOXO -B