It was kind of like how Romeo had that dream that the events on the night of the party would ultimately lead to his death, except that it was the opposite.
And Cheryl, my new best friend forever. . .well, she's kind of a badass. And so is her husband Griff.
Seriously, though, I just sat there starstruck. I was so nervous at first and so intimidated by her awesomeness that I found myself sitting there at the table like I did when I went to foot-washing Baptist school--straight up, hands closed as if I was about to pray.