A Big, Fat, Much Deserved, Thank You.

It has been a rough couple of months mentally, physically and emotionally for this little lady. There have been too many trips to the ER, humbling instances of losing all control and overall letting go of the complex that I never need any help. In all of this there has been a constant I am thankful to have: my parents.

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Let’s be clear:

My parents are my best friends.

The type of best friends that you call multiple times a day. The ones you cry to, laugh at, FaceTime in public places with, the best of the best. I did not realize when I moved to Indiana how difficult it would be to be away from them. This is the first time in my life where I can’t pick up my things and drive a couple hours to see them. And after everything that has been happening lately, that’s all I want to do.

I think about this daily, how blessed I am to have them as my role models, my support system. Heck, if you would have told me I would be writing this 10 years ago, I would have laughed.

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My parents and I’s relationship was not always this way. Fighting and yelling was a normal occurrence. Wanting to leave home was something I was itching to do since I was 15. But now that I am so far away, I wish I could go back to those days of us all together.

I do not think I say this enough that I adore my parents. I get emotional thinking about how much they have done for me. From spoon feeding me at 18 during my jaw surgery, to consoling me miles away as I was crying to them on my bathroom floor; these are the moments that mean the most to me.

I am a person that never asks for help. Well I shouldn’t say never, but it is a rarity. When I called my Mom two weeks ago an emotional mess, asking her to come out and be with me, she did not even question hopping on a plane to come here. Her eagerness to be by my side made me realize, I am so lucky.

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So I am here writing to the people that may read this blog, to say a loud and proud THANK YOU to the two most incredible people in my life. From my Mom’s amazing singing skills and her tough love attitude, to my Dad’s repeated stories and heart of gold, I thank you. For being my rock, my constant, the thing that pushes me to stay strong and continue to go after whatever I want in life.

I hope one day to be in a relationship that has the support system for my kids as they do for my sister and I. If we be can be half the parents mine are to me, I can say it’s a  success.

March can’t come soon enough to drink a glass of wine and eat at Amalfi with these two crazy kids.

Cheers AA-ers,
Ale

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Weekend Warriors: A Night Out With The Awkward Adults

This week’s Collab is dedicated to those nights where we’re all reminded why we are friends with certain people. The nights when you’ve had a little too much to drink and you’re extremely happy to be surrounded by like-minded people, that will sing along to Beyonce or dance away from accidentally photobombing a stranger’s picture.

A typical night out for our little trio starts off like this:

Getting ready:
Pam: So I think we have a similar pattern, we’re very hyper about the fact that we get to hang out together and we’re usually listening to some sort of Spotify playlist. We’re not the typical “get ready in high heels while pregaming vodka shots” girls, we just like to talk about anything under the sun and listen to music.

Kristen: Pregame. Very Important. Normally it’s a few beers; if we’re in a hurry a shot or two, but definitely necessary in going out to deal with the masses who are not. on. our. level. (Pam: When have we pregamed??) (Kristen: Fine – I always pregame.)

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This is a result of pregaming before the wonderful Wurstfest. We sang this song over and over, our harmonies are what I believe some would say, “on point”.

Takin’ the Town by Storm:

Ale: We are a threesome (Pam: non sexual)(Ale: I thought about putting that!) that loves to dance and sing very loud in route to our next adventure. We tend to drink lot’s of cider and tequila until epic moments occur. The best way to describe us would be in phases:

  1. Beers. Always beers. (Ale: Unless this is a SXSW Yahoo! party, then wine, all the wine).
  2. We hear a song we love, or all know and we nod. Or dance. Depending on the level of buzz we got going on. (Kristen: Unless you’re me. I’m always ready to dance.)
  3. Night goes on. Epic dance moves and singing begin. Whether it’s TSwizz, Aly & AJ or Whitney Houston, some tremendous high notes and ballads happen that should be presented for everyone to see (Ale: or at least that’s what I think when I am engulfed in the tune).

Pam: When we drink, I think we start off like any normal group of girls. (AKA lots of cider/beer)Then when we start drinking more, come the shots…

Kristen: “Did you say $1 shots? Pam he said $1 shots. Let’s go” So terrible but so cheap.

When we get our buzz on:

Dancing. Singing. Serenading. Repeat. (Kristen: Yasssss the singing. So many great memories. Or more like so many videos that result in “Ohhhh yeah! I forgot we did that.” I will never forget us drunkenly singing Potential Breakup Song into the wee hours of the night. #IWANNAGOBACK)

Pam will get hyper, then sleepy. (Pam: Alcohol has the worst effect on me ever. Instead of making me hyper it just slows me down. I think I need to constantly be moving in order for it to work it’s magic. NEED TO GET THOSE DANCE PARTIES STARTED.)
Kristen will start chatting with everyone, mostly the bouncers, and run away. (Kristen: I know deep down they want to be talked to by another random drunk girl. I’m doing them a service really.)
And Ale, well, Sandy (Pam: explain Sandy) (Ale: Sandy is my drunk alter-ego who likes to dance like a big booty hoe and think her shit don’t stink, more explanation will happen in a later post) (Kristen: Sandy is my faveeeeee. Did we name my alter-ego?) likes to dance to rap music. And Snapchat….a lot (Kristen: Next day snapchat review is the best).

For example take a look at these videos:

 

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Last Call: 
The night will end with us telling each other how awesome we think we are as a trio. We will say how much we love Austin and that particular night.

Occasionally, there will be a late night food run to soak in all the booze. Either Jimmy John’s or Taco Cabana will suffice.

And go our separate ways.

Next morning we will group chat, Snapchat, and voice message each other complaining about how that extra shot or beer was not a good choice. And the hangover is so real. (Kristen: We all know how I feel about hangovers.)

Hangovers and good memories aside, nights like these are always a fresh reminder of why we are friends. Everyone needs that night where they’ve had a little too much to drink and a whole lotta fun. Let your hair down loose this weekend and go grab a drink with your friends – or maybe 10.

Peace n’ Blessins,

The Awkward Adults

Stop. Collaborate and Listen: To How We Became Friends

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I bet everyone who is reading this is wondering how did this unique and thrilling trio become a thing? Why are we so perfectly fit for one another? Well, we decided to all hop on a Google Doc and each give our perspective on each of our friendships and our tri-pod as a whole. We each gave commentary and this became our first: Stop. Collaborate and Listen.

Let’s just start off by saying:

Kristen is the reason we’re all friends. End of story. 

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How Kristen and Pam met (Pam’s Perspective):

Kristen and Pam met on a warm summer afternoon, during orientation for their school’s newspaper. Pam was a wee freshman in college, high off orientation and school pride, not really certain how to approach these “cooler, old kids.” (Kristen: did she just f*cking call me old?) (Pam: YOU BET I DID.) Lucky for her, Kristen was eager to take Pam under her wing and started asking about things the two would have in common.

It all started when Kristen asked Pam to go to some frat football game (Pam: who cares..), from there they both found out they listened to some of the same bands and watched some of the same shows! This would spark many visits to Pam’s dorm while Kristen was on campus and visits from Pam to Kristen’s ~off campus apartment!~ (Pam: This was a big deal for me because I’d never been to an off campus apartment okay.) (Kristen: Guys, she was skipping to my apartment. She was like a kid in a freaking candy store)

Our friendship is as sweet and pure as cane sugar and I know I will always have Kristen to call and rant about something dumb going on in my life. The Leslie to my Anne, Tom to my Donna, Bruce Banner to my Tony Stark. We RUN THIS TOWN. It was pretty much destiny that we would get along so well.

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How Ale and Kristen met (Ale’s perspective):

SXSW. The greatest festival in the world started this beautiful friendship. Kristen’s quirky sense of humor and love for music fell into my lap and I couldn’t be happier. Let’s just talk about how she met Nick Jonas one block over from me and only communicated in the walkie (what sounded like pig-latin) shouts of “NJ! NJ! NJ!” –still bitter about this one K. (Kristen: I WAS TRYING TO BE DISCREET) (Ale: Riiiiiight.) This friendship continued with random meet ups in Houston, Austin and San Antonio with a mutual love for Mayday Parade and beanies. Her (drunk)(Kristen: read: feeling good) dance skills make my heart happy and I will never forget the drunken serenading of “Stay” on top of a picnic table on Valentines’ Day 3 (or was it 4) years ago (Kristen: I would like to add that it went perfectly with the light show) (Ale: I agree, the whole performance was that of a wonderful broadway production, lights and all).  I have to say Pam is the reason we are as close as we are now. I am forever grateful for this thing we got going (weird-random sing-a-longs included). (Pam: I will always take full credit for this. You’re welcome.) (Ale: Get out Pam).

How Pam and Ale met (Pam’s Perspective):

546909_4821313011072_1506374338_nPam and Ale met on a hot summer afternoon (I think a year after meeting Kristen actually..) at our local Cracker Barrel thanks to Kristen. We all had gone to eat with our mutual friend Christina and we definitely hit it off right away. One thing I distinctly remember about meeting Ale is that she bounced off my ideas and within 45 minutes of knowing me, immediately accepted to start a Supernatural fan club that would meet weekly to discuss the latest episode. (Pam: This never happened, but it’s the thought that counts.)(Ale: OH MY GOODNESS. Totally forgot about that! Why has this not happened…? I think a TGW weekly meet up is way better now)

Then Ale and Pam happened to go to a couple of impromptu shows together for a week straight and there a sweet friendship full of puns and TV talk was born. A mythology class and puppy sitting semester later, the two were destined to be friends forevaa. With our backgrounds of Mexican and Italian culture, it’s easy for us to talk at all times (Pam: sometimes in loud voices) (Ale: Always loud voices. And obnoxious hand gestures) and we mutually have a great understanding for food (Ale: Kerbey. All the Kerbey).

From Pumpkin Spice lattes to pop culture references, we never run out of things to talk about! It’s easy for us to bounce ideas and jokes off each other.
Also, I’d like to personally take this moment to thank Ale for introducing me to the Gilmore Girls. (Ale: You’re forever welcome and indebted to me. I OWN YOU. Just playin’) I’m so happy I know about this show. Where Ale leads, I will follow. ANYWHERE THAT YOU TELL ME TO. (Ale: IF YOU NEED ME TO BE WITH YOU, I WILL FOLLOW.)

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How Ale and Pam met (Ale’s perspective):

Yes, Pam & I did meet at Cracker Barrel my first week living in San Marcos. I probably ordered the chicken fried chicken with extra hash brown casserole and loved every minute of it. I distinctly remember the conversation being based around Glee and Supernatural (because obvi) and chatter about bands. It wasn’t until we went to more shows and unexpectedly had mythology together our last semester of college, did I really truly understand what had been missing for the past 22 years of my life. (Pam: ALL AROUND HAPPINESS AND LOVE<3<3) We both love Katy and John (you know we’re on a first name basis with Ms. Perry and Mr. Mayer) and I got her hooked on GG (not Gossip Girl, the original GG: Gilmore Girls) that I knew that our conversations could never be dull.

Whoa whoa whoa though. Kristen also introduced Pam and Ale. She’s like the cupid of awesome friendships apparently. Frupid? Wait…no.

How Kristen and Ale met (Kristen’s perspective):

10592654_10202499501083836_1349001806649078463_nI have vague memories of meeting Ale at some shows in Houston. For awhile people knew me as “the girl with the clipboard” because I used to go around shows asking people if they wanted to join the street team. And we have a mutual friend that I used to see at shows quite often. But Ales right, we didn’t really say more than a few words to each other until we met at SXSW. Anyone who can appreciate the moves I throw down at any given moment is ace in my book, but Ale IS ON THE DOC RIGHT NOW HEY GIRL(Ale: OH HAYYYY). Anyway! I think our friendship was solidified on that gross V-day concert (gross because I later puked everywhere) because we bonded on the greatness that is (Kristen: was?) (Ale: OUCH. BURN! But true.) Mayday Parade and I knew that girl was a keeper.

How Kristen and Pam met (Kristen’s perspective):

10624035_10204643895997685_6241099726790130235_oBBY PAM! Everything Pam says is true. I just would not stop talking to her until she said more than two words to me at a time! Beside a handful of decent articles, a minor bump in my writing skills, and irrational hatred for wanna be gypsies; our friendship was the best thing that happened to me while at the newspaper. We followed each other from story to story, and I probably asked her to read over my stories way too many times, but I wouldn’t change anything about how we met or our ensuing friendship: she’s awesome.

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How we three became a thing (Ale’s perspective):

I think the night I truly realized these two lovely ladies were my Haley and Brooke, was St. Patricks Day 2014. We went and had drinks at The Austin Ale House (my favorite) and proceeded to go out on a rainy Monday down 6th street. We all had one too many green beers from The Dizzy Rooster, and free swag from Jameson (Pam: If any alcoholic beverage companies would like to sponsor us, we will gladly test any and all samples)  (Ale: I second that *hint hint* Angry Orchard *hint hint*) (Pam: YAS) (Kristen: I’m gonna throw Fireball into the universe mama likes) that got us into the photobooth to take that one perfect photobooth strip that is our header picture and sits in the dashboard of my car. From Kristen yelling at every bouncer asking if they were having a good night, to sitting on the roof of Shakespeare’s talking about life, it was a night I will never forget.

We now all have a mutual love for Podcasts (thanks Pam!) and group texts, that this whole blog/podcast was bound to happen. Our babble is something that I think we can all agree makes our days that much brighter. Being in Indiana and at times feeling alone, these two have been my pick me up, my Red Bull in human form.

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How the trio became amigas (Pam’s perspective):

I think Ale pretty much hit the nail on the head, but personally, I’m surprised we were not friends sooner. You’d think that after all the shows we went to together, we’d hit it off but it wasn’t until much later that we realized how well we all get along. (which to me is super ridic.) Our conversations never seem to end (in a good way) and we’re always there to pick each other up when we’re down. If our friendship were a romantic comedy, we were all the couple that were together at the same parties, but later on after chatting for a bit we realized we were meant for each other. Cue the cheesy music (preferably, “Unconditionally” by Katy P) and roll the credits.

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How 1+1 and 1+1 became 1+1+1 = 5ever (Kristen’s perspective)

As to not to repeat the same as these gals. I started to notice that I kept asking Pam how Ale was doing, or I would ask for an update like “Whatever happened with Ale and that one guy.” One day I asked Pam “Do you think Ale would be weirded out if I texted her about this?” (Ale: I would never be weirded out. And secretly I was asking the same questions about you.) For some context Pam had told me about some random life story of Ale’s and a few weeks later I was thinking about it and wanted an update that Pam didn’t have. But anyway, I’m not sure who started the group text, but I feel in my heart of hearts that’s what really drove us to the everlasting bond that is our friendship.

Why the hell are we doing this?

IMG_4943We are all extremely different, but the same in so many ways. We all embrace the awkward-ness that is life, and challenge each other to be the best we can be. I think we are three great examples of what truly is happening in the world today with young twentysomething year olds trying to make it. This our intro to who we are as a trio, a tri-pod, trifecta, perhaps? Hope you enjoyed our first Stop. Collaborate & Listen. It’s the first of many!

xoxo (Pam: *whispers* GOSSIP GIRL) (Ale: Crying laughing with ugly tears at the moment, thanks Vine) (Kristen: I want to listen to this everyday before I go to work.)