The palace. #sanfrancisco #palacehotel
The palace. #sanfrancisco #palacehotel
My writing wall continues. But we gotta push through to the finish line.
I am sitting on the train after a long day watching a group of earnest looking kids, like the ones i went to college with, laughing, looking cute and fresh faced and like they don’t care about their appearance.
Like any person raised in New York, all I can think is ‘what the fuck are you so happy about?’
I watched the oscars last night, from beginning to end, all 89 hours of it. I watched it with someone who loves movies, and that made it better.
When I was growing up, award shows were my favorite thing. The oscars were the best night. I would take notes. There’s something amazing about watching people get to the height of their career. Think about all the time and effort it took to get there, and all the false starts and times it felt better to give up.
Sparkly dresses are fun to look at, too.
Put a scarf on it.
10 Signs of Adulthood
1. You’re not scared to check your bank balance (too much)
2. You can no longer sleep until noon, no matter how much you want to
3. You recoil at the idea of a bottomless mimosa brunch
4. You no longer get irritated when your Facebook friends post 454540023423 photos of their children daily
5. You make to-do lists for the next day
6. You realize you’re not going to do absolutely everything you’ve dreamed about, but that’s okay, because what you have is good, even great
7. You talk about project management software with your friends, and not the drama whatever dude is making you go through (partly because, there is none)
8. You are no longer willing to build cardboard Swedish furniture
9. You separate your laundry by color
10. You refuse to purchase anything by Steve Madden (Forever 21 is still in the cards)
This dress is awesome.
Dress: Jessica Howard
Hair: evil spirits
(Ed.note: This is long and it should have photos. My iPhoto is being a jerk, but I will add photos at some point.)
One of my favorite places in the world is Montreal, which is why I picked it for my first marathon. The strange thing is I don’t feel 100% comfortable there, but I want it to love me, and so I go back.
I went there in December of 2012 on my way to somewhere else. I had achieved the holy grail, a long layover that allows you enough time to hop out and come back to the airport.
Montreal in December is cold. It is freezing. Having lived in winter before, I was somewhat prepared: Sorel boots, semi-warm pants, layers, and a thick puffy jacket. But I wasn’t truly ready.
My only goal was to go to Au Pied de Cochon, the infamous French restaurant that served things like foie gras poutine and deep fried lard.
I landed in Montreal, and my first obstacle hit: I could barely operate the train ticket machine. Once that was conquered, the reality set in that I had no real idea where I was going, or how I would get there. In a move straight out of the noob traveller handbook, I committed the worst crime: I turned my phone on and allowed it to roam internationally to figure out how the hell to leave the airport.
10 Unpopular Opinions
1. House of Cards is just okay
2. White or pink wine is funner to drink than red
3. Mayonnaise and mustard ruin sandwiches
4. Dresses are more comfortable than jeans
5. Getting your hair cut is excruciating
6. Flying isn’t that scary
7. “Guilty pleasures” are pointless
8. Vietnamese food is way better than Thai food
9. Flavored cola water is gross almost always
10. The popularity of Real Housewives franchises is an interesting moment in our culture, and not just because “women love drama.”
Looks like I fell off the wagon for a few days. At the end, this will look more like 28 in 35. No big, but we won’t DNF (runner talk for when someone doesn’t finish a race, as in Did Not Finish).
Been thinking a lot about risk taking lately. Becoming risk averse was never intentional for me, just the natural progression of being burned too many times. Living a life constantly chasing that elusive thing you can’t name eventually leads you to just trade it in for quiet.
There’s a lot to be said for quiet. The Internet would have you believe that everything has to be capital letter amazing 24/7 but that, and the chase of that feeling gets old.
However, life on either extreme, hiding into your self or constantly hanging out yourself to dry is the real danger. As boring and trite as the conclusion is, somewhere in between insanity and a muted life looks like the best option.
And so, you take a risk. Maybe two. And life immediately gets better.