Drone Lessons with Homeboy

TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955 TGE-Sweater-Dress-Biker-Jacket-Gentle-Monster-6955

It was Trevor’s birthday weekend a few weeks ago and we crammed it with fun. A homemade birthday cake made by yours truly (still not sure how I pulled that off), nights out with friends (wow my hangovers are terrible) and a hip-hop brunch at our place (look for a blog post on this soon). On top of that we decided to take a trip back home to Chicago to partake in the St. Paddy’s celebrations last weekend and wow, let me tell you — this girl cannot hang like she used to.

I won’t lie, I was pretty scared about entering my thirties. Saying goodbye to an era of running a muck, literally not giving a f*ck and having the perfect excuse that you’re in your twenties. Now that I’m 31 I think, do I miss it? Not really at all. The thirties have been pretty amazing. You get to do what you want, be who you want, go for what you want and pay for what you want. The people in your life are the people you want to be there and if you don’t feel like doing something, you can say sorry and not have to worry about anything.

Being married to Trevor has made this all easy. I mean how can it not be easy when you’re married to someone who was equally sad about leaving their wild twenty-some years too. But seriously — I’ve never been more excited to grow another year older with someone. This dude keeps life fun and has me excited for what’s ahead. Always.

Drone Lessons

Which brings me to our family day out on the Sunday of his birthday weekend. He was giddy like a kid on Christmas morning to play with his new toy he got in the mail a few days earlier — the DJI Mavic Pro Drone. I def had to Google that just now.

I always give him crap about all the silly toys he buys from legos to virtual reality to other technology, but when we started playing with this new gadget, I immediately shut up. This thing is crazy cool. We walked with Smalls to find a launchpad, found one, took a few minutes to get it set up and suddenly were flying over Seattle. Cortney and Trevor, Drone Pilots. This thing can go as far as 5 miles and you don’t even have to do anything while it’s up there! When you want it to come back, you hit home and bam, it’s landing in front of you. The best part about it is it takes the best high-resolution video – so insane. Look for some of those soon ;).

As my drone pilot husband is away on a work trip, I can’t help but miss him. When we were on this walk with our dog, our drone, our camera and each other, he told me he was trying to bring back the word homeboy. I laughed and promised I’d make sure I’d incorporate it somehow into the blog.

If I could give any advice as a woman in her thirties who’s content about staying at home over a weekend: marry someone you can have fun with. Life’s too short to have it any other way.

// cb ✌🏻


THE EDIT: Sweater Dress | Biker Jacket | Adidas Sneaks | Fendi Shopper Bag | Gentle Monster Sunnies

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *