Memoirs of a Blazer

Yesterday afternoon J sold his Blazer. I do believe it was a bit bittersweet for him. He spouted off random tidbits of information and lightly suggesting I blog it.

Here I am.

The Blazer was the first car he owned until it was actually paid off rather than trading. He apparently also owned at least two cars at once until the Blazer. I think there was more but I was very interested in my baked potato when he was telling me all of this.

I have my own fair share of memories of the Blazer, hereinout known as B.

• Our first date was in the B. Lunch, then coffee, then browsed a few stores.
• I learned of his mad love for Hootie that first date in the B and he gave me a copy of every CD that very moment.
• Our first hug was in the B that very day as well.
• Our first kiss was in the B on our second date. I’d taken him to my sorority formal on our second date! Why did I torture the man?
• The B moved J to MyTown.
• The B also acquired a third of it’s miles in just two months: day J met me to the day he through caution in the wind and moved to be with me.
• Our first roadtrip to a concert in South Carolina was in the B.
• Also, our first trip to Charleston was in the B.
• We had several “high schoolers parked in the dark by the river” moments in the B, ahem.
• We brought our Mackipoo home in the B.
• And who could forget the massive hauling of playset five hours North all due to deranged, yet lovely, wife?

The B sure was good to us. Here’s to just as many lovely memories in the new Benz.

(J-feel free to add anything I’ve left out)