Guest Post: Meet Yi-chia

Hi everyone!  I’m Yi-chia and I blog over at Always Maylee.  You’ll know me as the girl who is obsessed with polka dots.  I don’t even know when or how this obsession started, but I have no plans on stopping it.  Here are some of my favorite polka dotted outfits.  Which one is your favorite?

Britt asked me to share an embarrassing story with everyone.  Well, fine Britt, twist my arm!  I want to first state that I am fully aware of my weaknesses… specifically: parallel parking. Ok, here goes…

A few years ago, I was meeting up with a friend in downtown Boston for a day of shopping fun.  If you know Boston, you’ll know that street parking is few and far between.  Don’t ask me why I didn’t properly plan for this, I think I was too excited about the shopping.  I drove up and down the streets a few times, until I finally saw this one spot (in prime location), and I excitedly pulled up to it.  However, there was a car double parked next to the car in front of the spot.  But this car wasn’t trying to park, it was just there, being in my way.  I sort of pull up next to the guy and asked him to move forward a bit so that I could get into the spot.  He said, and I quote “no, I don’t want to waste my gas.”  Um, ok.  Fine.  I was determined to get into this spot.  So instead of having to do a normal parallel park job, which I’m already not very good at, I had to do a crazy one because this weirdo was in my way.  

You guys… it took me a solid 20 minutes.  Oh but Yi-chia, that’s not that embarrassing you say.  Well, while I was trying to get into this spot, I noticed I’m right in front of a Starbucks.  It was a nice day out.  And literally every single person from Boston was just standing there, watching me… sipping on their venti iced caramel macchiatos.  A few of them even tried to direct me, “hun, you have to turn the wheel this way!”  I was mortified.  As I’m now drenched with sweat from embarrassment, I finally get into the spot.  And the car that was annoyingly double parked, the one that caused this whole scene, he immediately drove away after. Seriously!?  I then get out of my car, pit stains and all, and everyone who had been standing there watching… started clapping.  Literally clapping at me for parking.  I seriously wanted to die.  

You best believe that I never attempted that again.  That’s what parking garages are for, even if I have to pay $20. So worth the money!  

Thanks Britt for letting me take over your blog and babble on about myself!  Don’t forget to stop by my blog and say hi!