Hey party people! 🎉

Ugh, y’all won’t believe the wild roller coaster this Halloween has been. So Jordan and I are on our way back from the convention, stopping over in some anonymous town. Jordan’s dead to the world, just wants to sleep in the motel, but ya girl is buzzing for some Halloween havoc.

My dream costume? Picture it: something sizzling, you know? 😈 A cute, devilish look with a skimpy red dress, tail, and horns. Or maybe a flirty bunny rabbit getup or a shiny, curve-hugging catsuit, something to drop jaws and turn heads, and of course, sending Bryce a pic (or 20)!

But reality check – all that’s left in this tiny town’s costume store is, get this, a security guard outfit. I know, from spicy to snoozy, right?

But desperate times…

Not to mention the fact that, as of that point, I actually had no party to get to . But I knew I needed a costume so that made sense (in my head at least!).

It was already 8.30 ish at night so, time was running out to find a party!!  After trying on the security guard costume, I just left it on. I looked good and had like ZERO time to waste.

Now Get This

So I’m now in this get-up, barely out of the store when I tumble into chaos at the mall next door. An actual shoplifter girl is on the run, and all eyes zoom to me!  People are telling ME to help out.

Took a second to realize why they thought I would help — duh it’s the costume!

So there’s this panicked teen girl, clutching something she’s stolen on the run, and other security guards on her tail. She looked only 17 or so and, like a decent kid.

I jump in, all authoritative (who knew I had it in me?) and take over the situation. I didn’t want this girl going down. Not on my watch!

The real guards are confused but back off. I play the part, told them I would handle, and go back to their stations.  I promptly escorted her to a “secure area” (aka the nearest ice cream place in the mall).

The Twist

Turns out, she’s sweet as pie, just desperate to get to this MASSIVE, invite-only Halloween bash, and she had no costume. Her name was Melody btw. What a sweetie!!!

So I strike a deal with her – I’ll help her get away with the stealing if she sneaks me into the party. A bit cheeky, I know, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures!

Melody agrees of course!

So after we stop at a McDonald’s so she can change into her stolen costume (sexy clown), we roll up to this hush-hush Halloween bash. And guys, it’s EPIC! Insane decorations, costumes that are out of this world, and a DJ spinning fire tracks. I’m in the groove, blending in, sipping on some pumpkin spice cocktails (I mean, could it get any better?), and sending Jordan all the ridiculous Snapchats.  Bryce got a different set of pics!

I lost track of Melody during the night but I owe her a big thanks for getting me in!

Sending y’all love and laughter, and hoping your Halloween was as unpredictably fun as mine has turned out to be!

Hey Crew,

As the road unwinds behind us, it’s time for some good ol’ reflection. The journey’s been as wild as my wardrobe choices for serious events! (Yep, rocking a mini crop top at a chili cook-off, classic Macie! 😂)

At a truck stop, eating a sandwich, met a woman. Her face told stories, her luck all run out, years ago. We talked and I bought her lunch. Just a small thing, but it seemed to brighten her day.

Oh, and Jordan, my girl, and I are like two peas in a pod. Spilled the beans about my SnapChat crush, Bryce. Okay, didn’t spill ALL the beans. Kept the part where he’s got more years on him than a vintage wine, on the hush-hush. 🤫

OMG, almost forgot…it’s HALLOWEEN TONIGHT! 🎃 While J drives, my thumbs are on a mission, tapping into texts and Snapchat. I’m on a hunt, y’all, seeking the pulse of the best Halloween party. The whispers of ghosts and goblins call me to dance in the embrace of the October chill.

Jordan’s soooo tired from this all, dreams of her bed clouding her eyes, but your girl’s got the hunger for the haunt! Trying to find a place to go out tonight but of course, we are a day away from home. So if I find something, it will be dumb luck!!

Back to the quest, my lovelies, as the road unwinds and the pulse of Halloween beats in the digital dance of my phone screen. The adventure, like the night, is young, and the whispers of witches and werewolves beckon my road-trip weary ass.

Love, Macie xoxo

Hey loyal crew,

Jordan and I finally rolled up to THE EVENT, hearts pumping with excitement and outfits on point (your girl decided on a sassy, way-too-revealing dress. Again, I know! 😄). We imagined glitz, glamour, and a galaxy of stars, but as the curtain of anticipation lifted, we were greeted by… a local chili cook-off. Talk about plot twist!

Amidst the aroma of spices and hearty laughter, we dove into the unexpected celebration. From the spicy to the exotic, every chili told a story, a rich brew of flavors and tales from the heartland. Our cosmopolitan expectations melted into the warm embrace of community spirit and shared recipes.

In a chill corner, with all the bean-talk buzz around, I snuck in a quick chat with Bryce. Peeping through the screen, his gray hair showed off some serious years. His life stories slowly spilled out with every smile and whisper. Man, the age gap is like a massive canyon, but it’s just carving out a whole river of surprise and reflection in our chat.

But hey, life’s an adventure, right? Between bites of chili and bursts of laughter, Jordan and I basked in the unexpected. As the stars sprinkled the night sky, the cook-off crowned its chili champion, and the air hummed with tunes of togetherness and the simmering of fresh beginnings. The event, not what we imagined, but every bit an adventure to cherish.

Amidst the whirl of life’s unexpected turns, I cling to the constants – the blank canvas of my blog, waiting to be painted with tales of chili queens and silver surprises, of friendships blossoming in the spice-scented breeze, and of life’s unwritten chapters whispering in the wind. 📝

Here’s to the surprises, the unexpected chili cook-offs and road trip surprises…. the adventures waiting at every turn. Let’s dance to life’s unpredictable tune and savor every note.

Love, Macie xoxo