lest you think all JB and I do is make heartsies eyes at each other…

 i know a lot of people gripe about how people totally control, contrive, and spin their life on blogs.  
but honestly, who wants to hear about steam coming out of my ears once a week?
well you get to this week.
we went to St. Pete for a long weekend for JB’s work. 
We checked in around two on thursday and i immediately plopped myself down on our huge soft comfy bed.
{are hotel beds the best or what!}
JB was all “enjoy yourself!  go to the spa! pool!  order room service!” while he had to head to a meeting.  
he said: “you don’t have to meet up until 6pm tonight!”
i’m like okay, this weekend is going to be amazing.
Around 4pm I was lounging around in my Vinoy Robe, had just taken a shower, ordered room service…  
just being a sloth in general and enjoying living in fat city for a bit.  
then JB walks in and tells me I have to be down there in 9 minutes for an introduction!  
in front of 170 people.  probably 165 i don’t know and this is the first time meeting.
first impressions are important!  
and he goes “didn’t you read the pamphlet?” 
oh heck naw JB.  
didn’t you tell me i had to be down there at 6pm!
“pamphlet?  i read everything in the bag! there’s no schedule!”
i am in a panic. i look like a wet rat.  
then jb sheepishly goes… “oops… i took the pamphlet with me…” 
oh no he di’int.  
so at this point he knows he is in trouble.  
i wanted to ring his neck.  we are lucky i wasn’t armed.
i hustle and get ready in thirty minutes. 
jb texts me to tell me he’ll be in the back row so i can slip in.
As i walk into the room, i notice JB has just stood up and he says 
how sorry he is that his wife isn’t here so he could introduce me…
and there i come in behind him and say, what else : “oh i’m here” with a wave.  
in this moment i want to die.  
everyone giggles.  
my facial expression cannot fake a thing.  
my smile looks like i am in a world of pain.  
then they ask me to stand up for a picture. 
i think, i hope this picture does not see the light of day.
when the spotlight is no longer on us, 
JB and i exchange a look.
smirks. head shakes.  giggles.  
it’s really not that big of a deal! 
and all is right with us again. 
a few minutes later this meeting is all over …
i cannot tell you how many people thought we planned this.  planned this! 
i was like, no, this is THEE definition of mortification for me.
so there’s an unusual slice of tucker life for you.  (that’s on the blog, anyway).
and a few more pictures of the Vinoy in St. Pete.
{before my big “publicity stunt”}
a couple other things that happened this weekend.
– we were in the elevator.  i introduced myself to someone i had recognized from the meetings. 
he goes “i know you! i went to your wedding! i gave you frittata pans…”
ohhhh right… hmph.  all i can say is that “i’m a frittata fanatic”.  #awkward #myweddingwashuge
– the marlins were staying with us and JB’s old coach was there.  JB had fun catching up, and I quite liked hearing a nickname i have never heard – “big T!”
– i ordered room service 4 times.  in addition to having 3 more than square meals. #fatcity
– you know how things seem more dramatic at night?  well, to me, they do.  
JB was in my brother’s room at the hotel watching baseball and they had ordered late night pizza. 
i said – bring me a piece!  when jb got in i was passed out, but said to leave my pizza on the night stand.  (um, gross.  jb thought so too.) then i look up, and see JB eating my pizza!  i looked at him like he had just taken the last girl scout cookie.  and passed out again.
– JB’s dad was awarded an incredible honor and award this weekend.  The first time the speaker introduced him, i was a little shocked at why they didn’t have many stories about him!  my father in law is quite the character, in the best way.  so i was bit bummed!  then… the very last award – he gets it.  and letters were read that made me just bawl crying.  it was such a nice ending to the weekend.  so proud of him!
ok. the end! 

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