29 Reasons To Love Boston -
Because after all, we’re wicked awesome.
there is something incredibly violating not feeling safe at home. something rather unnatural and foreign… disconcerting and fake.
i am still very much in shock today having been a few blocks away from the Boston Marathon finish line. Just moments before the explosions, we were goofing off on a roof deck, singing along to 90’s in cheetah glasses and jean jackets joking that the lunch break i was taking was just a little too long… then the shades of reality opened and panic set in.
where was everyone? what was going on?
then the big questions: HOW? WHY? WHO?
were we shaken, but together… and thank god we were together… as we will be moving forward.
the feelings of hopelessness and powerlessness are defeating and terrifying and i am left (as is everyone else) feeling hurt, confused, violated and a million other things i can’t put into words as i am scared to be alone, scared for the world we live in.
im going to hold those whom i can, a little closer tonight and for everyone that is out of my wingspan, can you feel the squeeze? i love you.
if only i had a video of me trying to serve talapia on a buffet line, i would be a YouTube sensation… i hope people didn’t mind their fish being served in bite sized pieces- i just wanted to pre-flake their fake fish for them…
serving corn bread pudding was equally graceful as i channeled my inner lunch lady serving sloppy joes… its all in the wrist delivery.
i DID pour water with my right AND left hand…
i feel like this is all one big social experiment.
i am just moments away from starting my “hospitality” career…aka event serving and bartending. let’s hope my cape cod sea camps “welcome” smile pays off with these people and that i look good in an apron and tie.
homegirl is anxious!
im not quite sure where the days go… i struggle to wake up in the morning, hardly look awake at lunch time and then BAM! It’s already 5pm and i’m just getting in the work groove.
i havent said “HI” in a while or told you about my magical trip to chicago where i got to see my favorite people and do my favorite things- dance, talk, eat, drink (oops), and wander. i can’t believe a week has gone by since erika and were taking funny pictures of each other at logan at 4:15am and had gotten lost 17 times in chicago by 4pm.
i don’t even know where to start! there were delicious breakfasts… lots of laughs… video games… green beer & a green river… some spanish speaking… lots of game playing… dancing galore…wandering… disney store shopping… tourist time at the Bean… funny topics of conversations, and more serious ones… cool stores & a cupcake ATM…cab driver interactions… vodka gimlets…googling of topics…some more laughter and even a couple hugs.
back to the grind to finish out the day and get ready for another weekend (hopefully without snow!).
this made me smile. i hope it makes you too.
(Source: m0rtality, via beyoursouthernbelle)
after snoozing my alarm for 9 minutes, i proceeded then to put my shirt on backward. on attempt number 2, i put it on inside out. i should have jumped back in bed and taken my inability to put a shirt on as a sign…
next, attempting to fill my water bottle, i must have dozed as i continued to pour even after the bottle was filled. water… all over the floor. now, if this wasn’t a sign…
i got in the car 9 minutes before i had to be at the office… which is at least 25 minutes away… punctuality was just a dream on this terrible tuesday.
as the day progressed, i was unable to form real sentences and then proceeded to get REAMED by a client that didn’t want to pay… he just couldn’t believe as CONSULTANTS, we would CHARGE to consult. GET THAT!
at that conversation, i packed up my lunch box and bag and threw in the towel to drive home and pretend like today was just a dream and i’ll be waking up to something more pleasant in a little bit.
while walking ozz (which went fine, gracias de dios), we discussed if i really learned (and i mean LEARNED) anything at college… of course i learned to drink… and tailgate…and cook… and talk/ listen to people…. and to pass tests… and study… and to put cute outfits together…but did i really learn anything to help me cope with these emotionally turmoil-est days? as ozzi and i tossed this back and forth we weren’t really able to come up with an answer but decided that days like this happen and stupid people happen and maybe we’re only able to build toolboxes for days like this only by having more of them… let’s hope… my coping mechanisms include eating, running and talking to my dog.