Certain Things

2. Major Neighbor

Nate had mentioned once we had gotten everything to the basement, that he was going to have a barbeque this evening since the guys were all there anyway. Seeing as I was new to town, who am I to turn down new people? I'm usually not a fan of hanging out with groups of brand new people. But moving to a brand new area, I don't really have much of a choice.

Ok, quick retraction. I don't know these people from Adam, so maybe I should turn them down. Living in a neighborhood like this though, how bad could they possibly be? If I continue this mental war I know I'd be able to talk myself out of it. So I just leave it at I need friends, they're inviting me, I should go.

"Yeah, if you don't mind some extra company, I would love to. I'll just freshen up quick and be over, okay?"

"No problem. The food probably wont be ready for at least thirty minutes anyway. Catch you later, Rae"

As soon as he was up the stairs I dove for the box storing my backpack, I needed to do at least a little research before going next door. Pulling up my laptop to Google I typed in 'Nate Thompson, Houston', that should at least get this underway.

Or get me further than that. This had to be wrong. There were more than a million hits. Baseball? Are you kidding me. No wonder why everybody laughed when I asked if he was a butler. The dude is a major league baseball player for the Houston Astros. Damn.

Apparently he's the catcher. Now it's probably safe to assume that half of the damn starting line up of the Astros just moved me into my new home. Is this actually my life right now?

Jase and Aaron, my brothers, would be hysterical if they knew what just transpired. Meaning they'd die with laughter of my ignorance, and then die again at the fact that there were real life MLB players standing in front of them.

Shiiiit. Speaking of I never texted my parents that I arrived at the final destination.

Arrived in Houston suburbs a little while back. Got whirled into a tour of the new death trap and they showed me what will be my coffin.

Your sarcasm will be the death of us, no exaggeration there. In all honesty is everything going alright?

Everything's looking good so far, house is ginormous, don't know why they let me rent for only $300. Will and Cece are very sweet.

Also, just had half of the Houston Astros starting line up move me in. Next door neighbor. Stayed tuned for pictures of BBQ later. I'll send them to the boys. Y'all can enjoy the freak out.

Sounds wonderful dear. Glad you're settling in. XO

Pulling my computer back to my lap, I decided I better do a bit more research on my place of employment before getting distracted for the night.

So it turns out Will was right. They're not a small firm anymore. They've expanded to offices in Denver, Atlanta, Chicago, and New York. I wonder how long Will has known them, especially considering he made it sound like he knew them as a small firm previously.

Before I can click on any other pages, I realize I only have twenty minutes left before I'm supposed to be next door. I didn't do much lifting, but I'm not about to go over to an MLB player's house looking like I spent the last two and a half days driving, even if I did.

Throwing on a pair of Nike shorts and a long sleeved shirt with some Birkenstocks, because let's be frank I went from 20 degree evenings to 60 degree evenings, for February that's like summer for me. Along with some tinted moisturizer, brow pencil and some mascara; I like makeup for special occasions, but day to day, why make a big fuss?