How I Took A Huge Step

I know you all have been waiting with breath that is baited for an update on my trip to Detroit Rock City.

It. Was. Awesome.

I arrived in the wonderful humidity Friday afternoon (it really was wonderful - an entire weekend without needing moisturizer!) and jumped into the arms of McBicep.

We had a great time - we drove to Niagara Falls, spent the afternoon on the waterfront in Toronto, saw Evil Dead: The Musical (which was freaking hilarious and awesome), went to Hooters to watch the UFC fights (where McBicep was accosted by an admiring drunk man who was going nuts over McBicep's sheer size while I stood by and watched like a proud mama), and then, as we were walking back to the car, it happened.

We held hands.

Yes ma'am, I finally bit the bullet and just went for it. Of course, beforehand I'd overanalyzed and considered all of the possible reaction scenarios: McBicep could come back with the rigormortis grip, the dead fish hand, or worst of all - he could just pull his hand away entirely. While all of these outcomes terrified me, I knew I had to grow a pair and just do it.

I think I reached for his hand and withdrew probably six times before following through. I reached out, found his hand, then held my breath as he entwined his fingers through mine and squeezed my little hand. It was so presh, I almost peed myself.

Niagara Falls; Canadian side. We didn't do any of the touristy stuff except walk around and get sprayed a lot.

And my favorite picture from the weekend:













It's a still life; I call it "Suitcase, Sandals, Sledgehammers, and Slumbering McBicep Who Looks Like He's Been Shot." Taken after driving through the night back to Detroit. And yes, those are the sledgehammers he hits tires with as part of his workout.

Interesting Things I Learned This Weekend:

- McBicep can eat an entire apple in under twenty seconds.

- I can definitely hold my own against a 300 pound guy who gets grouchy when he's hungry, tired, or needs to be changed.

- I finally met someone who's as much of a "not a morning person" as I am, which cracked me up because Erin's other advice to me was, "Don't be yourself in the morning." Anyone who knows me knows not to talk to me until I've been awake for at least an hour. Nothing wrong with that, especially when he's as bad as me in the morning.

- I don't like Indian food, even though I pretended that I did. Also, I deeply regretted it the next day.

- Even Canadians think I'm mexican.

- McBicep wants to keep dating me.

In all, it was a great trip. Also, I think the perfume I secretly sprayed on his pillow before I left will keep him thinking of me. Subconsciously.

Don't judge me - as if any of you girls wouldn't have done the exact same thing. Hmph.