Have you ever been invited to a dance? Or more specifically asked to dance? (I know it might seem like I asked the same question twice, but its two seperate questions, I promise.) If you can't say yes to both of those questions, I have a feeling you can probably say yes to one of them. Being invited to a glamourous event that requires all of the works-hair, makeup, a fancy dress and hopefully a grand and show stopping entrance. Getting ready is somewhat the easy part, its the preparation...

Today marks 2 years that I have been living in Virginia.  My entire day was planned out and I was excited, to have Chipotle with a couple of friends. And then 4:10am happened.  Fire alarms went off and the morning ended with me standing in about 4 inches of water in my entire apartment.  Thankfully, no one was injured and my stuff wasn't damaged, but when I tell you that it derailed my day, it derailed my day.  I took off work with the hopes of being able to wallow in my feelings, however...

I went home for Christmas this year, which was a breath of fresh air. Being able to binge my shows and eat home-cooked meals touched my soul in a certain way that was the refresh my heart needed. At the end of my trip, on my way home, back to Virginia (which I believe is a real-life simulation, but that's another story), I made a slight detour. After leaving the post office, I made a few left turns, then a couple of right turns, and found myself sitting smack dab in the middle of Reel Street....