NYC; ATTENSSSION, ATTENSSSSION

In all of my time spent on this Earth.
All 8,034 days that I have been alive.
I will never in my life get over seeing Daniel Radcliffe in person (or naked).
Nor will I ever recover from hearing him speak to me in that sexy British accent.

No lie. No words.



YEAH JUST GET A LOAD OF THAT.
Team Ashley & Ciera, the amazing photo/video tag teaming duo.
Little did I know that whilst I giggled in the face of glory, that Ciera was filming the whole thing, start to finish.
I can't complain - I've watched this thing no less than 500 times since it was uploaded.
(**note - Ciera & I are the first two voices when he comes to our side)
Daniel Radcliffe chatting to me and my biffle?
Daniel Radcliffe, asking me how I am?
Daniel Radcliffe, asking if the crowd is crushing me?
YEAH I CAN LIVE WITH THAT.



This still makes me laugh. Never have I EVER seen Ciera & I beam so radiantly for a photograph!
This is the calm before the storm, waiting behind the barricade after being caged in like rabid fanimals by the NYPD, moments before curtains.



What is life when random people ask to take pictures with you because they find you so enthralling?
THAT IS OUR LIFE, IS WHAT THAT IS

This is one of those things in my life that was so epic that I can't find the words to do it justice. Suffice it to say, that little Daniel Radcliffe fired an unforgivable curse of love on my heart when he crossed to our side of the barrier and came to whisper sweet British nothings in Ciera & I's ears.













Anything three can do, two can do so much better.
Keeping it all worthwhile in the city - trufax.

And so these southern belles bid adieu to the hustle & bustle, collecting our soggy packages & hailing our last cab back to Penn Station. We are almost sad to see it all go - almost!
The view of the prison from our room in Newark, the stench of B.O. in the subway, stepping around bodies on the streets, waiting for a train on the stairs at Penn Station, getting our asses on the sidewalllhhhhkkk, cab drivers cursing at us under their breath in arabic, oh yes, and Daniel Radcliffe naked & triumphant, bouncing like some kind of dime store bouncy ball against the stable doors on stage, showing his flourish & blotts to the world, NYC, I will never forget you.
It felt good to venture north, to where the tea ain't sweet and the boys wear pleather vs. flannel, but I have to admit - blaring Georgia on the way home and crossing that sweet South Carolina state line - I missed it more than I thought I would.

New York City - center of the Universe! - we came, we saw, we threw down, we conquered. Until next time ... omg I am starting to sound like some whack version of Gossip Girl.

ATTENSSSION, ATTENSSSSION -- you wanted to share a bed!