a term coined by one of my besties.
used to describe the amount of energy i’m expending on a certain person. or project.
i love it.
and since my name means sweet, how can it be anything, but ‘the sweetest thing?’
the southernmost snippets.
everyone (the four people that my world revolves around) keeps asking if i’m going to blog about my recent trip…and i’d love to. the only thing is, i only remember it in pieces.
my friends know that drinking for me is rare. i’ll do it on a special occasion and that’s pretty much it. well, not seeing my very best friend in TWO whole years qualifies as the best reason of all. we lived off key lime coladas (heaven in a cup ~ they probably deserve their own blog post) and the most delicious bloody marys i’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.
it had been too long since i visited key west. i knew i was doing something right when my vacation bartender remembered me after 5 years. clearly. we were really dedicated to our buzz.
without further ado, some of my favorite conversations of the trip:
talking to my best friend’s husband about a guy i had been out with a few times
me: i slipped him some tongue.
friend’s hubby: you’re a maniac.
(yeah, i’m a bit of a prude. whatever!)
the text i sent the morning after my second night.
me: i fell out of a bar window onto the sidewalk.
friend: what?
me: one minute i was inside the bar & the next i was outside.
friend: that is the most epic text i’ve ever received.
me: the bar was called the green parrot. i maintain that i was trying to fly.
(if any of you have been to this spot you know there are wires on the window, i managed to clear them)
the boy i was hanging out with that night claims i ‘really fell for him.’ cute.
he then proceeded to introduce me to all the bartenders in the following way: this is shirin, she fell out of the window of the green parrot.
bartender (after trying to understand the dynamics of my tumble): how? there are wires!
me: if i could explain to you how, i’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have happened.
bartender: what would you like to drink, sweetheart?
me: i’d love a water.
safe to say i was mortified!
bestie: you planned your wedding last night.
me: i did? to who?
bestie: (insert name of boy i was hanging out with the night before)
me: i wonder why i’m single when i plan weddings the first night i hang out with someone??
(to recap, i’ll plan my wedding…but i won’t smooch someone. go figure.)
the morning after our third night…
me: i don’t think key west has nights. i know this because i can’t remember a single one.
at the $5 store where ‘everything & everybody is $5’
me: how much is this? (pointing at a key west romper)
annoyed shop worker: $5
me: and this? (pointing at a camo belt with pockets)
annoyed shop worker: $5
me: how about this? (pointing at some other arbitrary object)
annoyed shop worker: ask me again and it’ll be $6
me: i won’t give you a penny over $4.99
same store on our way out…
bestie (to the hot guy at the door): let’s go.
hottie: (confused look)
bestie: i paid $5 for you at the front.
hottie: why? i would’ve come for free.
it wasn’t just a big drunk fest though. i had the pleasure of visiting ernest hemingway’s house. i soaked up tons of inspiration. there’s something magical about being in a spot where one of your icons worked his craft. even if he was a drunk misogynist.
i totally dorked out in his writing studio for a good 15 minutes until one of the polydactyl cats from the property came charging in and scared the feces out of me.
i can honestly say it was one of the best vacations i’ve ever had.
we filmed segments for two tv shows. to air in march.
had a pants off, dance off.
got caught in the excitement of a stabbing outside the bar we were posted up in.
watched a naked bullriding competition. (don’t get me started on the hygiene issues…)
resurrected our karaoke from 5 years prior that we had formerly promised to NEVER EVER do again.
and i got to see two examples of very happy marriages. nothing warms my heart more than seeing my friends happy.
and to round out the key west experience, i learned the difference between jelly and jam.
i’ve returned home with pieces of my spray tan, dignity, accessories, and memory missing, but my heart is happier than i can ever remember…and i can’t wait till i get to do it all again.
urban allure.
it takes a lot to win me over. and i’ve been crushing. hard!
i’m easy to be with, but hard to get. i can fall in love with a boy or i can fall in love with a song, but it isn’t a person or tune i’m thinking of tonight: it’s a place.
anyone who knows me knows my heart belongs to san diego, but recently i’m finding other cities very alluring…
my two recent trips to the city by the bay have reaffirmed my love for san francisco. the city that almost had me for college. initially, i thought it was just infatuation. i’m often rash & impulsive, but this has been a long time coming. i think it may be time to explore my feelings. i’ve bounced around the idea of a power move for long enough. it’s time to take that leap. and say yes to life.
the east coast feel of this west coast city has captured my heart & for the first time in a long time, i had trouble saying goodbye.
i’m headed home, but it feels like i left my heart in san francisco. as the wheels of the plane touch the ground, i’m typically overcome with a sense of calm. san diego has always felt right. this time it feels different. it feels like i’m meant to be someplace else.
sdinsf doesn’t have the same ring to it, but i have to follow my heart. and i trust that the universe will take care of the rest.
say yes to life.
great advice given to me by someone who ‘gets it.’
a motto he lives by and i admire.
to be completely candid (i always am), i’m so great at doing this when i’m single, but have trouble reconciling my committed self with my spontaneous and unpredictable single lady status.
i suppose that’s natural… it’s a challenge to maintain a relationship if you’re constantly running around all over the place. or is it?
time will tell.
but until i find a boy whose company i enjoy as much of that of my bestie, i’ll be maintaining my single lady status.
~ looking forward to spending time with one of my favorites. sdinsf.
howl.
when i was a kid, i had an irrational fear of wolves. i was convinced they were going to come to my house & ravish me. clearly, ‘little red riding hood’ and ‘the 3 little pigs’ traumatized me.
my fear of wolves has since faded, but when i heard about this old native american legend, i was once again intrigued.
An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
just goes to show…not all of them are big, bad wolves. and there’s nothing to fear.
sdinsd 