A Blate Kind of Weekend

This weekend was an awesome one and I’m sure you want to know why. Well, ever since Whitney {a fellow DC area blogger} and I found each other’s blogs, we’d been chatting and trying to figure out a time that we could meet up {aka go on a blate}. If you’re not familiar with the blogging community, this whole “blate” thing probably sounds ridiculous and slightly crazy. But, c’mon… if you’ve been reading someone’s blog and chatting on a fairly regular basis, it’s pretty much the coolest idea ever.

So, on Friday we decided to meet for a late dinner at this fun place called Circa. After hearing that the wait would be an hour to an hour and a half, we decided to go elsewhere – American Tap Room to be exact. The wait was identical there. Go figure! We put our name on the list anyway and Whitney was sure to tell the host, “Just put ‘starving’ next to our name!” I already knew the girl was a genius.

We hung out on the back porch where there was a huge fire pit and chatted away until, BAM… our pager went off and our table was ready. Twenty minutes later. Clearly the host moved our names up on the list per Whitney’s request. It was going to be a good night!

Now, get this. The menus LIT UP! Has anyone seen this before? Because we surely hadn’t.

While Whitney munched on her Surf & Turf and I munched on my Margherita Pizza, we gabbed about everything – our career paths, blogging {duh}, the fact that I’ve never been snowboarding before, and everything in between. Instant connection, no joke. So, we took the party across the street where a live band was playing. We made some new friends, I ran into someone from high school {because that always happens in this area}, and we tried our best to get a decent picture of the two of us.

Oh, and we also declared that we’re pretty much best friends.

 

I wish I had gotten more pictures but we were just having too much fun and also completely lost track of the time because, um, I kind of forgot that the Metro system here stops running at a certain time. Oops. The night is full of inside jokes that I’m sure Whitney and I are going to laugh about for a long time!

Oh, BUT WAIT! The stories don’t end there because we hung out Saturday night, too! We met up with some of Whit’s friends in DC where we had another riot of a night. {Should I even mention the LSU/Alabama game?} Whitney had a little Florida Gators fan club going on and I had a guy incessantly tapping me on the shoulder to the point where I almost lost it. Seriously?

The Metro ride back into VA was probably the cherry on top of the night, though. So, it’s apparently Movember, right? Which I guess means you either grow your mustache out {if you’re a guy} orrrrrr… go out wearing fake mustaches? We ran into a group of people that were wearing some. It was actually kind of creepy. The best part was overhearing the conversation that was taking place between them. It went a little something like this:

Mustache #1: We’re like the Mustachios
Mustache #2: Mustache-hoes
Mustache #3: Or the… Three Mustache-eers {Musketeers?}

Yes, that really happened. Great end to the night, ha.

Moral of the story: If you have the chance to go on a blate, DO IT! They might just end up being your BFF :) Whitney is hilarious and gorgeous and if you’re not already following her blog, you probably should go do so here! Can’t wait until next time!