Tonto

Yesterday was a good day. 

I met my future ex afterall.

That's a joke.

A bad joke, but a joke.

My guys lovingly told me that I had just met my "future ex" since it was obviously  not going to end successfully with Tonto.

It's fine.

He touched me AND said my name.

So, that's pretty much a relationship.

Anywho.

Yesterday, three of my guys picked me up at 6:10 am.

We traveled to the far-off metropolis of Saratoga Springs.

Have you ever driven out there?
Someone please explain to me whey anyone would EVER want to have that commute everyday!

We arrived at the venue and met up with like 15 of my other guys.

It was just my Streets guys and I.

It was a great day.

We ate breakfast, which my guys brought to me (because I'm spoiled).

A donut and a Diet Coke.

Speakers talked about snow plowing, the forecast for the upcoming winter and the science of ice slicer.
I was only interested in the budget part of it, but my barely-awake guys seems enthralled by the meteorologist and scientists' speeches.

THEN, THE KRIS TONTO PARONTO came out and spoke.

He was the Ranger involved in the Benghazi battle.

He was a great speaker.

He spoke in great detail about the battle.

Some of it was funny, most of it was heart-breaking.

The gratitude that I have for those who literally sacrifice everything for me and my family is immense.

As he was finishing his speech, the building started to shake and it sounded like a loud helicopter above.

It was an Apache.

I totally spelled that wrong on Instagram and FB.

Stroke brain.

It was so emotional.

I've never seen one up-close.

I stood right up on a chair in my skort.

Should have thought better of that.

Come to find out, a few of my guys stood behind me so that no one could look up my skort.

Gosh, I love them so much.

It was announced that Tonto would be out at a table next to the Apache, signing his books and answering any questions.

The cool part, he had no idea the Apache was coming. 

The host announced that some military members found out he was coming and wanted to salute him.

Tears.

I told the guys that we needed to go get a family picture.

Mr. Watkins said, "Come on, Sis."
He walked down with me to where the table was.

Tonto had stopped to use the restroom and wasn't there yet.

It was already a massive line.

Mr. Watkins asked me what I wanted to do...

I told him that it was too long and I didn't have money for a book, so we should just forget it and go get in line for food.

We started to walk back to the food line and walking toward us was Tonto.

I about lost my breath.

For real.

Mr. Watkins said, "Okay, Sis!"

I said, "I know I'm not in line, but can you please take a picture with me?"
He said, "Hell yes I can!"

He put his arm around me first!

And, he said, "Nice to meet you, HEIDI!"

I said, "HE SAID MY NAME!!!"

Mr. Watkins said, "You're wearing a name tag, Sis."
Oh.

His speech and the Apache are something I'll never forget.

The guys and I then went and played 18 holes.

My 5 iron was on point!

My putter and pitching wedge not so much.

But, my heart was full!