So...this is my first EVER attempt at writing and keeping up with a Blog. Wish me luck. I guess for years I have always thought "Why in the world would anyone want to read about my life because it isn't that glamorous?". Well for once I feel my life is worth something and fantastic so gosh darn it I am going to write about it!
This past weekend I went to my very first D-Fest in Tulsa. If you were to ask me if the $55 ticket was worth the two day adventure I would probably say "yes" if it had been a normal weekend. I had to work both days until 5 P.M. so I could not enjoy the daytime scene but still had a blast for the most part both nights. I would advise though that you might as well walk right by all the concerts and listen to them for free.
We did however take hundreds of pictures trying to beat the tons of people we saw walking around downtown to win the "D-Fest Photo Contest". There were 10 categories so it was actually a little exciting to me to try and beat my boyfriend again with creativity and spur of the moment ideas. You see, we are such a competitive little couple sometimes it makes things interesting.
The afternoon of the second day Chris found out some horrible news about a family member and seemed to be a little down in the dumbs even though he claimed to be fine. I know my boyfriend a little better than that and struggled to find a way to soothe his hurt feelings. As the night went on little things started happening that made me feel even worse for Chris, one bad thing after another. I started to adore him even more as I watched him though. He is a very strong person and never lets his hurt feelings or frustrations get in the way of others. When we left the Cake concert and walked to the parking lot our car was nowhere to be found. We walked up and down and up and down the aisles trying to find his missing Honda Civic and yet it was not there. We looked at each other and both upset because it was 1:30 in the morning and we had no ride home. I started texting friends to try and get a ride. The first text I sent there was no answer. The second text I sent no answer but rather a frantic call 7 minutes later. As I tried to figure out what the cross streets were around us Chris was sitting on a curb staring out into the street and calling the cops to report a stolen car. As soon as I got off the phone I ran to Chris' side just waiting for him to break down (Lord knows I would have been if I had gone through everything he had to go through that day). He sat thee very calmly and let me hug him for several minutes. The main thing Chris Bouldin was concerned about was not his stolen car but the things inside his stolen car. Chris, like myself, is a photographer (a fabulous one at that) and his camera and every little part that belongs to it, pricing out around $4000, was inside that little missing car. We stood up and he hugged me even more. We walked around for a little bit and in that one hour that we thought the car was stolen along with my purse, his $4000 camera, my $700 camera and our tripods and ALL our camping gear we thought was gone for good! Needless to say I asked Chris I think three times if it was the correct parking lot and on the third time he figured out that it was in fact NOT the right one. We walked right over to our car after waiting on the cops for an hour. He kissed his car we got in. I just about cried I was so happy/ angry about the situation. I think it taught me a little about how important the people in your life are and not so much the things in our life ; )
