Sad Today, Sad Tomorrow

Today I am sad. The kind of sad that fills up every space in your body and mind, the kind of sadness you can’t let go of unless you cry it out. When I cry, it feels like I’m unplugging a full tub, and the water slowly starts to empty out until it begins to rush out.

Jake, our friend, our guest of honor for “30 Years, 1 Wish“, the man I knew since the 6th grade, passed away on Friday night from colorectal cancer. At 31 years old.

I keep going back and forth between emotions, between disbelief and just pure sadness, sadness for the life he won’t have now, sadness for the dad his son Aiden won’t get to know, the husbandly love he won’t get to show, the son and brother he won’t get to be. I’m sad for Timmy, who just lost another best friend. And I’m sad for myself.

This is now the 5th friend I grew up with that is gone. Saying things like, “Gone too soon” or “They were so young” just don’t quite capture the true tragedy that their losses have been in my life and in others. When Kyle, Lindsay, and Tommy passed away over the course of 8 months when we were 20 years old, I was of course sad. When they passed, it was devastating. I had never experienced death that close before, and their deaths were quick and totally unexpected.

Shortly after Lindsay, one of my best friends, passed away, I began experiencing debilitating panic attacks whenever I had to fly. I was convinced I was going to die, and any hint of turbulence would cause me to white knuckle the arm rests and cry until we landed. I was unprepared to deal with grief, and when it manifested as panic attacks or long spells of complete lack of concentration, I felt lost and confused. And I felt alone, at NYU, experiencing loss by myself.

I was sad because I missed them, especially Lindsay, who I will never ever meet another one like her in this lifetime. It wasn’t until 2 years after her death when it occurred to me that I hadn’t thought about her on a daily basis. It was knowing that they were done with life, already, and we hadn’t even graduated college. They weren’t going to explore their 20s and figure out who they are and how they want to affect the world. They weren’t going to fall in love again, then fall out of love again, get their first sucky entry-level job, and make mistakes, then make memories. They weren’t going to eventually figure out that their parents weren’t that bad and that they were more blessed than they had ever given thanks for in the past.

When Clay passed away a few years ago, it was clear a long time ago to many of us that it was the path in life that he had been destined to go down. Having battled addiction many times over the years, he unintentionally overdosed. I had known Clay since the 2nd grade and he was my boyfriend during that amazing memory of my life, also known as getting kicked out of school. When the rest of us turned our lives around, he was stuck and never quite got free. When I heard of his death, I was sad that he wasn’t able to fight his demons and come out victorious. I was sad for his family who had tried to help and had failed. I was sad because his life was also over, already, and we were all really just getting started.

But Jake passing, at 31, is a completely different story for me.

At 30 years old, I get life in a way that I didn’t get when I was 20. I’ve lived an extra 10 years than they did, and I experienced so much. I’ve experienced things I never thought I had in store for me and was able to accomplish nearly every single goal I had set out for myself after that year of hell at 20 years old. At 30, I understand my place in life, what I’ve been put here to do, and who I ultimately answer to at the end of the day. I have a sympathy for people that I didn’t necessarily have when I was a selfish 20 year old, and I see now that what I do has to affect others in the most positive way possible. My parents and I are close friends, which at 20, was a laughable notion, if not completely hopeless.

I understand the good qualities I have and the ones that I want to have. I see myself as a future mother and am proud of myself as a partner to an amazing person, committed until the end, having been tested more than I thought possible. I still have another lifetime to live, and I have lived what I got so far to the fullest ability.

I am sad because Jake won’t get to fulfill more goals. I am sad that he had to live in such pain, for so long, which no one deserves. He doesn’t have any more time to get shit done, and see how his amazing legacy affects his son. How his son will take the best parts of Jake and be an even better example of humility and strength than Jake was (even though I don’t know if that’s possible). How we will take what he taught us, how to be strong, how to shut the fuck up and stop complaining, how to be humorous when all humor is gone, how to work your ass off even in the midst of complete pain and agony, and pay it forward. How even though he stayed out of touch for so long, those 3.5 years we had with him meant more to us than he’ll ever know.

I am thankful that our party gave him another boost, another chance to reconnect with people and touch their lives the way he touched ours. I’m thankful that seeing him at our party is the last memory they may have of Jake, one that is strong, fighting, and respected. I’m thankful that we were able to give his family another network of people who supported them in this fight, who wanted to help them any way they could.

We may not be able to attend the memorial services this Saturday because my family and I have a trip to Spain coming up to celebrate my grandmother’s 100th birthday. That’s right, her centennial. It’s a hugely big deal, 1) because she’s the last grandparent standing for both Timmy and I; 2) I missed her 90th birthday because I missed my flight in college; and 3) that’s an effing long time to live. I’m trying my best to remind myself to be present on Sunday, mentally and emotionally, as we celebrate an amazing milestone in an amazing life.

Because of this though, I’m sad that I won’t be able to pay my respects to the family who included us in every major part of Jake’s journey these last few years. Even though I know they know we love them, that we loved Jake, and would’ve done anything we could, it still means the world to be there at the very end.

I’m sad that loss exists at all. I’m sad that I have to see my blessings through the prism of death, knowing that I am truly grateful for being alive because they are not. I’m sad for these lives that could have been, the lives that could have changed so many more, but won’t get to. And I’m sad because I don’t understand it, any of it, why it has to happen to the best people, and why the pain of loss never ever goes away.

I’m writing this down because I have to get it out, the words that are cluttering my head and my heart. I want others to know that tragedy happens to us all, and what we have to do is make the best of it. Turn those downfalls into uplifting futures. Tell their stories and share them far and wide. Never forgetting that our time here is limited and it’s what we do and how we treat others that matters. In fact, the only thing that matters in the end, the only thing that people remember, is whether you were nice or not.

I’ll never forget what these people taught me about becoming a better person, a better friend, a better human being. I hope they know that. I hope they knew that they were loved, and they are still missed.

Jake, I know that you knew that we loved you. We would have done anything, and we tried, to make your life better because you deserved it. You should have been here for a long time because you were just awesome. You fought as hard as you could to stay here, and Aiden will know that. We will make sure he knows that you were amazing and that if you had had a choice, you would’ve stayed. We will tell him that you cursed perhaps worse than us, that you were funny, dedicated, loyal as hell, and that you were the definition of a good friend. We will make sure he doesn’t go to UF, that he respects his mom, and that he wants to grow up to be just like you.

♥, VB

You will always be missed.

You will always be missed.


Things That Only Happen to Me

When you look back on your life, do you ever think, Why me? Of course you do. You’re human. It happens to the best of us at the most inopportune moments. Those flashes of “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!?” and “Does this ever happen to anyone else?!?!” and of course, my favorite, “WHY GOD, WHY?!?!”

I’ve not only had a few, I’ve had more than I care to share out loud. But since this is the internet, and I know you guys won’t tell anyone, I’ll give you the inside scoop on what it feels like to be the one who things always happen to but not to anyone else.

Ready? I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat.

  • You know the chain that hangs in the line inside a fast food restaurant that tells you not to enter there. It’s on the front part, next to the registers, and blocks you from entering right up front so you have to travel that itty bitty maze until you order. I sat on it once as a kid, swung once on it, and fell straight on my ass when the chain broke. I’ve never EVER heard that happening to anyone else.
  • I was “asked to withdraw” (fancy way of saying I got kicked out of school) after doing drugs for the first time. In 8th grade. On the school trip to D.C. Granted, it was LSD, which is a bit extreme for a 13 year old to be doing, and I hadn’t even smoked weed before that. Quite a few of us share this story as 23 of us got kicked out, which again, I’ve never heard anyone other than this group share that type of story from their past.
  • Within the first three years of owning my Mini, I replaced every single tire. Maybe that’s specific to Mini drivers, but as I don’t currently know any other Mini drivers, I’m the only one who’s dealt with those financial setbacks so quickly after buying a brand new car.
  • I had reconstructive ankle surgery in 2011 after 14 major ankle sprains in my lifetime. I’m definitely the only person I know who had to have major reconstructive surgery on a body part that had ZERO scar tissue show up in any MRI I had. And I had 3.

I also have no luck when it comes to winning things. I’m not alone in that clearly (hello, lottery anyone?). But a few weeks ago, something was definitely in the air. Timmy felt it. I felt it. The tide was turning my friends, and for the first time in my life, I was hit with pure dumb luck.

I talked Timmy into going to the Annual Meeting for the YWCA of Tampa Bay. I had attended a lunch fundraiser for them a few months back where during a silent auction, I won two purses. Silent auctions are my jam. They are the only way I’ll participate in anything that seems like gambling because I can track if someone has outbid me. I will stalk the table and give menacing looks to anyone who even THINKS of bidding on one of my items.

I have issues.

Anyways, ever since that luncheon, I told myself I would get involved with their organization once I moved closer to St. Pete. Their mission of Empowering Women, Eliminating Racism — it’s a winner. I got a hotel for the night in downtown St. Pete and hounded Timmy about his schedule to try to get him to attend with me.

It was held at the St. Pete Yacht Club, which I go by all the time when I walk along the waterfront after work. I just wanted to know more about their work and find an opportunity to help them. After 30 Years, 1 Wish, I’ve felt more than ever that fundraising is amazing, but I really want to do more. Now that I’ll be in St. Pete around the end of next month (YES I FOUND AN APARTMENT), I can get more involved!

During the dinner, they told us about a raffle. A raffle for a free week’s stay in a private villa in Tuscany. Italy. A free week in Italy, people. That is the shiznit. I went to Italy when I studied abroad in London in 2004: Rome, Milan, and Florence. Our weekend there was so filled with memories, and most of them involved getting me fatter. It was awesome, and I’ve been dying to go back ever since.

Raffle tickets were only $25 per entry, so I filled out a ticket and Timmy filled out two. The dinner went on and I knew that we weren’t going to win. Wait, let me correct myself: I wasn’t going to win. I never win anything, why should this time be any different? But this time was different. I felt deep down in my gut that something was different this time, but my experience kept telling me, “Yeah freaking right.”

Timmy was so arrogant, he kept saying things like, “We’re so winning this. How can we not win this? I win things all the time.” And I just rolled my eyes because this is our normal mode of communication. Once they were ready to announce the winner, 5 more people stood up saying they wanted to enter the raffle. With the addition of 5 new entries, yeah right, like I stood any chance whatsoever.

Timmy went to the bathroom, and I pulled out my phone and started to check FB. When you know you’re not going to win, FB is a great distraction. They got up to the microphone and announced the winner.

“Victoria B!”

And with that, I threw my hands up in the air and let out a loud, “WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!

Awesomeness cannot begin to describe the feeling you get when you win something of that magnitude. It felt like karma was finally starting to pay me back. For all the hardships I’ve had to endure this past year, for all the struggling I’ve done to get this job and to keep it, for anything I’ve ever had done wrong to me, I felt it being lifted off because mother effer, I WAS GOING TO MOTHER EFFING ITALY!

I ran up to the front of the banquet room, shaking, ready to take pictures with the CEO and CFO and wine guy and whoever else was there, with a smile I couldn’t get off my face. Timmy came running back into the room, and once he saw me at the front, he knew. He knew from the beginning we were going to win. He felt it. That astute boy of mine.

No airfare was included, which is a bummer, but there is no complaining. We have a week’s free stay in a private villa in San Sano, a village of 50 people about 1 hour south of Florence. It’s in a 12th-century building that used to be a monastery, and there is only one person in the town that speaks English. So as I’m sure you figured out yourself, Timmy will clearly be talking to everyone there nonstop.

The couple who donated their villa apparently own a number of super successful drycleaning stores around the Tampa Bay area. When we met them at the dinner and thanked them for their generosity in donating such an amazing prize, they couldn’t stop talking about the town. About all the fun we’re going to have there. Of all the relaxing we’re going to be doing. Of all the food we’re going to be stuffing down our mouthholes. It’s going to be glorious.

So ladies and gentleman, let this be a lesson to you all. When your hand is open to give, it’s open to receive.

And receive we did.



♥, VB

30 Times Over A Success

This is the big post you’ve all been waiting for. (Right? I can only hope you’ve been waiting for my blog posts since I’m so amazing at keeping y’all entertained…right?) This is the post that wraps up our crazy awesome birthday party/fundraiser, “30 Years, 1 Wish”.

I took the password protection off of the page, so now you can visit and re-visit all the amazing details, like the hotel we scored an amazing deal for guests that many of y’all didn’t take advantage of, although you should’ve cause it was incredible. Or the Über deal for new users that gave guests a sick deal on luxury car service to and from the brewery so you could drink as much as you wanted that night and not worry about getting home (or to another bar). Or the UNBELIEVABLE raffle items that were all donated to this event, totaling over $3400 worth of prizes to lucky winners who purchased raffle tickets at the party. Go on over to the page, and take a look. I can wait.

The party was unreal, y’all, we seriously can’t believe how successful the entire night was. Although we only got to spend, on average, around 3 minutes catching up per guest, it was such a whirlwind of fun and incredible memories that we will never ever forget that night. Our friends, family, and loved ones showed up in DROVES (around 200 of y’all!!) to support our causes and support us. It meant more to us than words will ever be able to express to see such steadfast, loyal friends who flew and drove to Atlanta just for our event. Who paid babysitters, and dressed up, and made a night of it just to support this idea. Honestly, even if y’all just needed a night out to drink beer, we’re so thankful you chose to come to our event to do just that!

We did miss some people who had RSVP-ed that they were indeed coming and didn’t show; we never got any explanation where those people ended up, if they were even in Atlanta at all. To them we say: thank you if you donated online, it really means a lot even if you weren’t able to show up. Things pop up, that’s understandable, and we’re just thankful you wanted to support our fundraising efforts.

WARNING → RANT FOLLOWING: To the rest that were no shows, no donators: um, what happened to you? I think some of y’all needed to be there to receive the message we spoke about during our speeches: “It isn’t all about you.” Other things are important, not just your important stuff, and we all need to remember to put life in perspective. People are hurting out there, people are dealing with greater misfortune than any of us will ever know. They deserve and need help from those who have more.

If anyone needed to hear that message, it’s the people who blew us off, didn’t respond to emails or phone calls or texts, who thought that even though the mailed invitation was a beautiful invitation that obviously showed that this was a legitimate event, who cares because you have more important things to do than RSVP or even show up, like focus on your life and your life only. And donate? Who has time to donate $25? You clearly had more important things to use that money for, so go ahead boo, and do you.

But I’m not bitter or anything.

RANT OVER. For those that did show up and/or donate, holy shit, you guys rocked. You bought tons and tons of raffle tickets, you donated so much money to the event, in person and online, and heard the message we wanted everyone to leave with. We got tons of messages after the event from people who felt what we had to say deep within, and it spurred them to start doing for others and reaching out to help where help is needed. We reconnected old friends with Jake, many of whom hadn’t seen him in years, and the entire Lyons family had a blast. It was an emotional night for sure, but emotionally positive and uplifting I hope.

Now, for the part of this post you’ve been waiting for: how much did “30 Years, 1 Wish” raise?  Our goal was to raise at least $3000, so that each organization received $1000 each (each organization being: the Women’s Resource Center to End Domestic Violence (in Atlanta), the American Indian College Fund, and the Colon Cancer Alliance). We would like to give thanks to the Women’s Resource Center for acting as the fiscal agent so that all guests were able to receive tax-deductible donation benefits and also for distributing the funds to the other two organizations.

Well folks, here it is. In the end, we raised… Continue reading

Updates and Upgrades

Crazy. Life is totally nutso right now. In a completely good way, though, so don’t think I’m complaining. Big things are potentially in the works, although I can’t really share anything yet. I know, that makes me a huge asshole for dangling some juicy info in your face, and then snatching it away. No one likes those people, the ones who are like, “OOOOOH, I have something to tell you but I can’t tell you.” Apologies.

I partook in one of the funnest bachelorette party weekends over Labor Day weekend for a close girlfriend whose wedding is in two weeks! (What a shock, another wedding to attend!) I know that’s a while back, but honestly I couldn’t really post anything about it or post pictures since the majority of the photos will probably get us all fired from our jobs and brand us ineligible for future jobs. Not that they’re bad or illegal, we’re just being naughty.

“30 Years, 1 Wish” was last Saturday, and I’m feeling a little sad that all of it’s over now. All those months preparing for it, planning, anticipating, ranting and raving at people who couldn’t follow simple instructions, waiting for the big day…all over now. It was one of the most amazing nights of our entire lives, but I’ll be following up with all the pictures and total raised in a later post (sorry, I know I just did that whole, “I have stuff to tell you but not yet thing” again. I couldn’t even make it one more paragraph without doing that, sorry.)

Timmy and I can update you that we’ll be moving soon, but that’s about all I can share (I’M SUCH A DICK!). The short of it: I’m moving to St. Pete and Timmy will be somewhere else. That doesn’t mean we’re splitting up, so don’t freak out people! I just literally can’t take this commute anymore. I spend 12 hours a week on the road. That’s another part-time job. I spend no quality time with him except for the weekends, and that, my friends, does not a relationship make.

I just really really need to be closer to work because I’m involved in so much more here, and will be taking on way more commitments as the year progresses. Not to mention, all the wear and tear on my car from all this driving is hurting my pocketbook, so no means no. And the gas $, oh the humanity. It’s just not fair, I tell you, to spend a rent payment on gas purchases every month. I know I don’t make that much money, but jesus, that’s just torture. So the next few weeks will be spent searching for a new place to live in the St. Pete area. For those of you concerned about me or our relationship status, just think of this move as more new stories for me to share with you.

Finally, I haven’t had a whole lot of time to write any posts because 1) I’ve been waiting for the Women’s Resource Center’s Executive Director to return from vacation in order to total up the funds raised and disperse the checks to the American Indian College Fund and the Colon Cancer Alliance, but mostly 2) I got a new laptop at home and am still learning how to use it. It’s a newfangled contraption that still blows my mind with the upper-level technology it’s got going on.

Why on earth would she spend money on a new laptop when she’s obviously super poor and all that, you’re probably asking yourself. Well, it certainly wasn’t in the plan to get a new laptop mostly because my old laptop was perfect. It was only about two years old, and still was a trustful tech companion. Until one day, I opened my laptop and found a small discoloration on the top left corner of the screen. Surely, I couldn’t have been responsible for that because hello, I take great care of my stuff. And then not even three days later, I opened it again, and found this:

Broken Screen and Broken Dreams

Broken Screen and Broken Dreams

Turns out, Timmy stepped on the corner of my laptop one day, and (un)fortunately cannot remember said accident. But since he’s amazing and generous and a beautiful person, he willingly and of his own accord decided to purchase a new laptop for me, one that integrates all the loveliness that was my old laptop with the newness of a tablet. I give you the Lenovo Yoga.

Laptop now, push the screen all the way back until you get...

Laptop now, push the screen all the way back until you get…

A friggin tablet. Yes, that's right, a laptop that turns into a tablet.

A friggin tablet. Yes, that’s right, a laptop that turns into a tablet.

I feel like one of the coolest kids on the block now. I equate this feeling to what those blacked out figures in the old iPod commercials must have been feeling whilst dancing.

You remember these people, right?

Feeling the groove of happiness

Feeling the groove of happiness

Anyways, that’s what life has been like lately, more or less (actually less since I’ve left out so many details, you’re probably like, “What the hell was the point of this post?”). Stay tuned.

♥, VB

A 30th Birthday Party or Secret Wedding? You Decide.

July is almost over. W.T.F. I’ve been anticipating a horrifically hot summer here in FL, hotter than Atlanta, hotter than hell. But summer’s just flying by, and because work has now gotten really busy, I’m barely even aware that the work week is over until it’s over. I haven’t experienced death by humidity yet because I’m locked up tight in my work cave all day (although there have been a few mornings that I’ve regretted my choice of curling my hair). The only part of the weather I see is walking to and from my car, walking 3 miles after work, and walking the dog at home (and let’s not forget dark skies on my commute home). That’s all I got folks. Not complaining, but slightly bummed that I did all that worrying about the heat for nothing.

The last few weekends have also flown the hell by. I’ve barely had a chance to come up for breath between the traveling, the laughing, and the catching-up-on-sleep. I know I called it in with the last post of iPhone pictures, but hey, that’s about all I had time for. Case in point: I now just throw my hair up into that always-sexy-librarian bun because I can’t freaking be bothered to do anything else with it. Not the epitome of great morning time-management (not that I ever claimed that I had that). I haven’t filled y’all in on quite a few weekend trips, but to save you the headache, I’ll catch you up later.

Anywho, this post isn’t about all those weekends spent away or on our couch. This post is about something I want to everyone to know about, so spread the word. This post is about “30 Years, 1 Wish“.

Have you seen the picture on the right side of our blog? 30years1wish

Have you seen the “30 Years, 1 Wish” page tab on our navigation menu? Have no idea what it is or too lazy to type in the password? First of all, that’s ridiculous. Type in the password that you received on the back side of your invitation and read the freaking page. No, I do not want to have to recap everything off that page simply because you haven’t taken all of 5 minutes to read it yourself. That’s why the page was designed, sillies, so that you could read on your own time and get the answers to questions. I know you all are busy with babies and work and stuff, but just read it. I promise it’s funny and is useful.

This event is a pretty damn important event for Timmy and I. Ever since I started thinking about turning 30, I knew I wanted to do something totally different. I’ve had a few friends raise funds in honor of their 30th birthdays, but on a small scale for causes that are deeply personal for them. I wanted to do something large-scale, almost wedding-like because we’ve been to enough now to figure out how to do a reception-like event on a beer-budget (I’ll get to the beauty of using those words in just a sec). What could we do that would throw the concept of turning 30 on its head? Instead of something people fear, becoming something people aspire to being? That’s when “30 Years, 1 Wish” popped into my head.

30 Years, 1 Wish” is our fundraiser for turning 30. Some people don’t understand why we’re making such a big deal about turning 30, saying things like, “Well, wait till you turn 40, 50, [insert some other decade]!” and sounding pretentious and condescending. We get it. 30 is not that awe-inspiring, and we’re not saying it’s the most amazing thing to happen in the history of ever. Sure, we both had AMAZING 30th birthdays this year. Why it’s important to us is simple: we’ve known too many people who didn’t get to turn 30. We’ve known too many people who didn’t get to be at any of our important events up until we turned 30. And that alone is cause for celebration.

Why should others get to celebrate their 30ths/weddings/engagements/showers/etc. with tons of beer and blackouts but people think that throwing a fundraiser for turning 30 is over-the-top? I’d like to think it’s saying something about how we were raised and the type of support we’ve received from family and friends that helped us carry out this idea into a real cause. We have always pretty much received anything we’ve ever wanted and needed. We’re not delusional about our blessings; we know we’ve been above and beyond gifted simply because of the families and circumstances we were born into. All our lives, we’ve been able to be selfish, going after the dreams we’ve wanted because we had the opportunities and the freedom to do so. We haven’t been burdened with debt. We’ve had tragedies occur, sure, but we’ve been determined to not let those misfortunes rule our lives. We’ve amassed amazing friendships, stories, and countless memories of fun and laughter, and we’ve grown into becoming responsible, self-sufficient adults with purpose and direction in life.

The last few years have been difficult for everyone, needless to say, with the recession, student loan rates, unemployment or underemployment, senseless violence in media, and the growing ideological rift between political parties. Everyone has something to say, and everyone has something to complain about.

We’re here to say it loud and proud, “Shut up and give back“.

It’s easy to get caught in that never ending cycle of, “Life is hard, life isn’t fair, someone owes me something, I don’t like what’s happening, blah, blah, blah.” But don’t let that stop you from understanding that people are still suffering greatly. People are still routinely shut out of opportunities that we’ve never stopped twice to think about in our own lives. People still need help. It’s our duty to help when and where we can. It makes us better people, emotionally and mentally, it helps us become more compassionate and understanding. This isn’t about blaming people for the circumstances of their lives, and bootstrap pulling, and crap like that. It’s just about helping, plain and simple.

The purpose of “30 Years, 1 Wish” is to raise funds for our three charities: mine is the Women’s Resource Center to End Domestic Violence, Timmy’s is the American Indian College Fund, and our joint charity is the Colon Cancer Alliance. These organizations all mean something special to us and it would mean the world to us to use our birthdays as a chance to raise awareness of the amazing work that they do and to help them in their missions. We’ve rented out the Red Brick Brewing Company y’all (told you I’d get to the beer budget), so be prepared for some amazing local craft brews and a brewery tour. $25 gets you admission, a pint glass, and 4 beers! We have an amazing band, food truck, and raffle prizes! We’ve partnered with Uber to give you an amazing deal on car service so DON’T DRIVE DRUNK! No excuses.

All of this information plus more can be found on our “30 Years, 1 Wish” page, so please click on the link (password is 30years1wish) to RSVP and to donate. Everything is online to make it easier for you to read up on each organization, why each cause is important to us, where you can stay in Atlanta, and more.

(Un)Fortunately, Music Midtown is the same weekend, and like a friend I know who had this same problem when planning their wedding a few years ago, we set our date and ordered the invites before Music Midtown announced their date to the public. Understandably, a lot of you will want to go to the concerts (although bands will come back to Atlanta to perform, more likely indoors where you won’t sweat to death with 20,000 drunk, out-of-control, underage kids). We are anticipating this. But please, if you are able to, please think about donating anyway. These organizations need your donations and help. We won’t even call you out if, in the past, we attended something major of yours instead of doing something else we may have wanted to do. Honest, we won’t. We’ll still love you.

Please go to our “30 Years, 1 Wish” page and RSVP by August 1st. We need the numbers to let the brewery know how many bartenders to supply us with the night of the event as well as let the food truck know how much grub to supply. Start making travel plans now and take advantage of the great deals we secured for you. We can’t wait to see you at our party, and we can’t wait to share the amazing feeling that giving back can bring you. Thank you for supporting us always, for your love and guidance, and with luck, we’ll be able to pass that support and love on and on and on and on. If you would like to donate online, please visit this link.


VB & Timmy