Saturday, March 3, 2012

Sorry, I was busy living.

My blog has suffered from serious neglect. And it's not because I don't have anything to say.

Actually, I've got plenty to say. I've got something to say about this, a few things to say about that, and you can bet your sexy asses I've got a mouthful of things to say about this right here.

No, it's not writer's block that has kept me away. I've been absent because I haven't slowed down for five minutes since my 30th birthday. I've been working, playing and enjoying myself. Basically, I've been rocking this 30 thing

It started with my party on February 4th. The entire weekend was a beautiful blend of old friends and new friends, and having so many people I love around me was the most incredible gift I've ever received. People flew to Seattle for me. People took long road trips and spent money all to make sure I had a good birthday.

And I did. The party started on Friday the moment my best friend since junior high Yennifer stepped off the plane. "I'm the stunning brunette standing under the Horizon sign," she said when I called from the car. We had Mexican food and margaritas on Alki Beach and stayed up too late putting together a picture collage and reminiscing about the amazing times we've had over the last decade.

Pretty cool, right?

 Saturday's party started with cupcakes and lemon drop shots at the sexy Barca Lounge on Capitol Hill and ended with the remaining partiers belting out Garth Brooks' "Calling' Baton Rouge" at a karaoke bar in perfect harmony (at least, in my mind) before one of my good friends passed out and barfed everywhere, just like old times. It was glorious. We were back at it again on Sunday, watching the Superbowl from a classy sports bar before the last of the lot flew home with angry livers and empty wallets.

We had a makeshift photo booth with props.

I barely had a week to recover from the festivities before hopping on a plane with my other best friend Sydney and her other best friend (my bff by association, we decided) for a much-needed weekend getaway to San Diego. Holy shit. San Diego is America's finest city. It's gorgeous, it's clean, it's classy and it's warm… even in the cold seasons. Though the weather wasn't as warm as it was supposed to be, it was a tropical paradise compared to Seattle in early February. After a brief workout, we donned our swimsuits and enjoyed happy hour by the pool before putting on our dresses and eating sushi at a restaurant with a DJ. Seattle is my life partner, but San Diego is my sexy little mistress.

San Diego also has a place called Pacific Beach that is home to some of the cheapest alcohol in California. I'm not a day drinker, and on our second day in the city I remembered why. I indulged in some mimosas with brunch, a glass of wine at happy hour and champagne while getting my hair blow dried that led to a roughly 13 hour bender, luckily with plenty of breaks and coconut water—but still. I was trying on an impractical, too tight, and too short dress (just for fun) at a boutique when I learned about the untimely death of Whitney Houston. I rushed out of the dressing room to tell Sydney.

"That dress is hot, baby, dang!" said the flamboyantly and fabulously gay owner of the boutique. "You totally have to get it! It was made for you!"

 I looked at the price tag (cheap). I looked in the mirror (cheap). Screw it, said the alcohol. I bought it. This is what drunk shopping got me, a dress I never would've dared to wear at 25:



Clearly I'm the sluttiest one in this pic, and that was fine with me.


After dinner we went to an incredible high class rooftop bar where I met up with my Days of our Lives friend William from LA and his friends. The long island iced teas dulled my memory of the rest of the evening, but pictures indicate I had a great time. And the best part was, I woke up on Sunday feeling OK despite having shocked the crap out of my normally healthy food, moderate-levels-of alcohol- consuming body. What can I say? 30 agrees with me.

Note the vacant look in my eyes. Thankfully William is a professional and a gentleman.  He now knows all my secrets, too.

I'm even handling bad news better. Mr. W has had a hell of a time finding good work since we've been here. In the Spokane/North Idaho area, he found plenty of work while I struggled. Our skill sets are totally different and mine are simply more suited to this area…his, not so much. He finally found something, but it's something that means opposite schedules and tons of time apart for awhile. Unfortunately, we're not in a financial position to be picky right now, so he accepted.

We've done this before, and it wasn't easy. This time? We're totally rocking it. Don't get me wrong, it breaks my heart seeing so much less of the love of my life whose company I enjoy so much, but it's made us realize just how strong our bond is and appreciate the time we do have. We've come so far since we've last been apart, and we've totally got this.

I believe in fate, and I believe the Universe's timing is perfect. I've recently gotten closer with someone here who is in a similar spot in life (in a long distance relationship with a man she loves) and it's been a blast.

I keep the prettiest company ever.


She's smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and loves many of the same things I do. She has introduced me to so many things that I never knew existed in my own city, such as chocolate martinis from Dilittente's which are the best replacements for sex ever (sorry Mom):

This changed my life.

And about my city… have I mentioned lately how much I love living here? There's so much to do, I have not been bored for one second since I arrived. I've been meaning to get back to Spokane to visit people and places I miss, but it's so hard to pry myself away from The Emerald City. I love the nightlife, I love the people and I love the beauty. Yes, it has its downfalls, the traffic sucks and Belltown is a bit heavy on the crackheads. But it's still my home, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else—except maybe San Diego, but I need to sell millions of books first.

I'm going to try and blog more. But I didn't slow because I ran out of topics. I slowed down because for the first time in a very long time, it feels like I am living every single day. A year ago I felt like I was "missing it" but I couldn't quite explain what "it" was. Now I know.

It was this.

2 comments:

Mike Barbre said...

Awesome blog post. The time off definitely gave you some stories to share. Glad I logged in tonight!

Mike Barbre said...

Awesome blog post. Time off from the blog gave you plenty of stories to share. Glad I logged on tonight!

 
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