32 DAYS!
I am officially counting down the days until I get to have a bestie rendezvous with my Jack! Love love love that girl and am so excited to show off the city my family calls home to one of my nearest and dearest. That’s right – we are toodling around San Francisco in just over the month.
I’ve had different best friends over the course of my life. Some besties are still besties, others might have just been there for a short period of time but that does not mean they were significant or life-changing.
With the exception of Jack, my besties all live within a short driving distance. Some I see every day, others I see once a month, and some, I sometimes rarely see.
The past two weekends I have had the extreme pleasure of seeing some of my besties… besties from childhood, high school and college. I consider myself extremely lucky for the past two weekends. Of course, this makes me miss them more when I don’t see them, but it also makes me miss my Jack!
No matter what life hands to you, no matter what some stupid boy is doing, no matter how crazy work gets… your besties always know exactly what to say to make you laugh, but also to help you know what to do.
Thanks to all my besties! You are all amazing in your own ways!
Have you ever had a summer love? Someone that came into your life briefly and you knew that you would never be the same?
We were young, we were crazy, but it was worth it. He was this beautiful boy and I thought he was crazy to be interested in me. We had nothing in common, but the beach. He taught me so much like seeing things through different eyes and being more care-free and less stubborn. He was everything I didn’t know I wanted and he was nothing like I was used to. I guess I was the same for him. Summer days were spent running around like we were kids, summer nights sneaking around like we were doing something we shouldn’t be.
And then it ended. The summer did. And in turn, so did we. We went back to our lives and pretended like it never happened. Like we never happened. But we did. And I appreciate now our time together. It was just a summer fling, a summer crush, a summer love. It was exactly what I didn’t know I was looking for.
But on certain nights, I remember this person fondly. And I know that we are in very different places in our lives now, but I wish him well. And one day, maybe we can finally wish each other good bye.
Alright, so the title of this post is totally cheesy. It’s also the title of a song by Zack Attack. If you don’t know what I’m talking about… I’m sorry. But there’s someone in this picture that is very close to both me and Jackers! Can you guess? 🙂
Have you ever had your love life compared to a greek tragedy? And if so, how would you feel about it?
Charlie Chaplin once said, “Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.”
I see my life and particularly my love life as a comedy. I don’t find it tragic. So how can I see my love life in a long-shot, while a good friend sees it close-up? Perhaps, this can be explained because I try to see the funny in everything.
And in the sense of fun… be on the lookout for something very funny coming very soon. 🙂
I am officially challenging Jack to a challenge. A challenge to end all challenges. Or a challenge to end the lack of blog posts.
So… my solution? We each must post something at least every other week. Subjects to include: farmers markets, eating in, dining out, brunch, shoes, shopping, coffee, wine, beer, books, working out/exercise, vacations, etc. Basically a 52 week challenge of our adventures.
I’m game. Are you, Jack?
I’m back on the east coast and I am officially suffering from my vacation hangover. Miss Jack and the hubs. Miss Manhattan Beach. Miss the ocean. Miss fun times. Miss my family. Miss the weather. Miss the Giants games being televised on local channels. Miss the sunshine and the bay. Miss the drive from Mill Valley to Corte Madera. Miss Mill Valley. Miss Marin in general. Miss everything.
But alas, there is a light at the end of this tunnel. Flights will be booked soon to make a return to my beloved west coast in July. And then, I might have to book another trip. And another.
Oh hell, I might just have to move there.
Santiago.. please come back. I miss you already.
PS.. this is one of my favorite pics from your trip!
Jack
These are the questions that have been rattling my brain for the past 3 hours. It started off as a simple task of cleaning out my email. I know Gmail claims that you never have to delete a message again, but do I really need to save the email from United Airlines about my upcoming trip to Dulles from 2006?? Probably not. This online cleaning spree led to me going through a folder I named “The Usuals”. This of course was short for The Usual Suspects, a group of girl friends who did everything together. From daily emails, to trips to the mall, to painting pottery on birthdays, we were a foursome who was always there for one another. Sure, we let others in from time to time to par take in our silly parties and shopping sprees but The Usual Suspects really just consisted of the four of us. The Usuals, used each other for a good laugh, a shoulder to cry on, and more importantly just as friends. We told each other pretty much everything no matter the subject matter and expected nothing but the honest to god truth in response. Now when I say the truth I mean this… who else would leave you messages that said, “note to self: stop being a slut”, “Thursday = Bad Hair Day”, “Shameless Recital Plug, not Rectal Plug”, and my favorite “ps. did you tell everyone that I thought this pottery thing was going to be like ghost and I could sit behind you and we could make beautiful love…I mean bowls together.” We were Friends.
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