Bloggers "Firsts"- Giving your number to a rapper

 Michelle, or as I like to refer to her as, Rhonda
is my "interior designer friend"
For example,
when people in real life ask me
"Oh where did you get the inspiration behind decorating your flat?"
I say,
"oh my friend is an interior designer and she helped me"

Then they say
"how do you know all of these cool people?"
and i say

"I get around"




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Hi there Across the Ponders. The name's Michelle and I'm the blogger behind the decor, design and DIY blog Ten June. 

Okay, let's be honest. Usually I look like this.

So our girl Megan thought up this fun series... and it's all about blogger firsts. When I started writing this post, I thought about some important firsts in my life... the first time I kissed my husband, the first house that I bought or maybe even something fun about my first time blogging. But then I realized I needed to focus on a more important first in life... like my first rap concert.

Cue scene.

I was in college and living in Charleston, South Carolina. As we college kiddos do, my girlfriends and I dolled up for a night out on the town. And it just so happens that the Ying Yang Twins (famous for their stellar rap songs like Salt Shaker, The Whisper Song and Shake) were in town performing that night. 

Somehow or another our drunken foolish selves actually got into the concert. And somehow made it up to the front row. Oh and did I mention that I am a reallllllly horrible ridiculous scary good dancer? I was shaking it like a salt shaker with the best of 'em. True story. And before I knew it, I was up on stage. Dancing with the Ying Yang Twins. You know, these guys.

Apparently my absurd dancing didn't scare them off (they must have had as many vodka + crans as I had that night) and I actually hit it off with them. In between sets, we started chatting about our hometown of Atlanta... all of our favorite restaurants, the best bars and the coolest parts of town. So Mr. Ying (or maybe it was his twin Yang?) suggested that I give him my phone number so that we could hang out when we got back to the A. 

Big smiles from this girl. Hang out with some of the hottest rappers around? Yes, please.

So of course I happily obliged. But as I started to give out my cell phone digits, I realized that they were for a South Carolina phone number... which is so not cool since I just spent the last 45 minutes chatting up Atlanta and how it's the best place ev-er. I needed an Atlanta area code. Duh. 

So I dished out the only phone number I could think of with an Atlanta area code... otherwise known as my parents' home phone number.

Yes, I did that.

Should I repeat myself? 

My. Parents'. Home. Phone. Number.

To a rap star. 

This happened.

My friends died of laughter. I'm pretty sure they laughed at me for about two hours. Well let's be honest, they still laugh about it to this day.

But guess who didn't think it was funny? My mom. Even when I called her an hour later (read: approximately 3:30 AM) and asked her to forward any calls from the Ying Yang Twins to my cell phone. Can't see why she didn't find the humor in that. No bueno, madre?

So that, my friends, was my first rap concert. In all its glory. 

Now tell me, can you shake it like a salt shaker?