Young House McLove (aka the time I met John and Sherry Petersik)

TEXTS TO MY SISTER

Me:  "What are you doing tonight?  I just found out my favorite bloggers are in town for a book signing.  COME WITH."

My sister: "You are so dumb."

Me:  "We can go have wine afterwards."

My sister:  "FINE. Even though I have no idea who these people are."

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Let's go into this post right now knowing that half of you reading this will be Team McMommy, because you also read the Young House Love blog and consider John and Sherry your best friends, even though they have no idea who you are.

And the other half will be Team McSister, because you are against fun.

So John and Sherry Petersik write a blog that has a lot to do with decorating and DIY stuff.  Much like Pinterest, I read their blog and say things like "I could TOTALLY do that!"  and make all these fabulous plans in my head to actually do it.  

Only I actually never do.

Whatever. 

So they wrote a book and now they are NY Times Best Sellers! (I felt that deserved an exclamation point) and their book tour made a stop here in Florida.  Probably just to annoy my sister.

The first problem with this book tour situation is that there were actually two events going on at the Museum that night.  One was being held outside the glass doors, with tons of wine flowing.   

The other was being held inside, wine-less.

I will now share a picture of my sister from that evening, when she realized which side of the glass door she was on and which side the bottomless glasses of wine were on:

(Time for me to pick up the pace of this post.  Because I feel I am losing Team McSister readers already and I haven't even begun.  I should've brought you guys some wine.)

So John and Sherry walk into the Museum.  I'm not sure what I was expecting....like maybe an entourage or something?  But no, they walk in all normal, look around, and then walk up to the check-in like normal people.   Not like the NY Times Best Sellers! that they are.

Sherry spies me taking a pic and does one of her trademark faces:

Let's fast forward past their talk and Q&A session (yes, of course I asked a question!), and just skip to....

My sister took this picture.  My life is now complete. 

Ok, so the book signing was normal and I have lots more commentary about it (I should do a separate post for YHL fans...because you would appreciate all the things I noticed.) but again, let's press the fast forward button to after the book signing.

My sister and I go to dinner. 

I am texting pictures I took to all my friends who follow YHL and then my phone dies.  

My sister smirks.  

I find an iPhone charger (the hostess let me borrow hers) and leave my phone up there with said hostess.  I return to my seat at the table, all phone-less.  And then?

JOHN AND SHERRY WALK IN.

I gasped.  

But my sister and her husband say I shrieked.  

Like audibly shrieked enough that John and Sherry looked at me and gave this awkward wave. 

I'm not sure.  I probably would have had a picture to clarify exactly what happened, had my phone not died. (stop smirking!)

They end up sitting at a booth almost directly across from us.  

Here are some phrases that came out of my sister's mouth during that time:

"STOP LOOKING AT THEM."

"Stop pretending like you are NOT looking at them, when clearly you ARE."

"OMG. Please stop embarrassing me."

"Let them enjoy their dinner like normal people."

"DO NOT pretend you are headed to the bathroom and then instead go over to their table. I know that's what you are thinking."

"I need more wine."

I tried so very hard to not look at them.  I really tried to play it cool.  But then?  They finished their dinner and walked past our table and I couldn't help myself.  I heard a voice coming out of my mouth saying (shrieking?) "JOHN! SHERRY!" And they looked at me, and then walked over to our table.

Like normal people.

I really do not remember much of what happened next because I got crazy happy excited.  I do remember they said they recognized my sister and I from the book signing.  I remember chatting about some of the restaurants they had eaten at in town here. Sherry said my sister's husband looked like McDreamy. Then my sister's husband locked in his title as best brother-in-law evaaaaaaa.  

He said "How about I take a pic of you guys?"   

BECAUSE MY PHONE WAS DEAD, REMEMBER?!!!!

(How awesome is McDreamy?!!  Now that's a good brother-in-law right there.)

Sherry then gave me a hug, gave me her email address, and asked me to email her the pic, because this was a good story.

I knew she was probably lying, but I didn't even care.  I sent her that pic as soon as i got home.

And then the next morning?  I got an email from Sherry.  She thanked me for the pic, and said it was so nice to meet me TWICE.

Third time's a charm, Petersiks.  JUST SAYIN.  #NotStalkersIswear #TeamMcMommyForTheWin