Posts Tagged ‘San Diego’

Free to be Me

I’ve always like to do my own thing. I’m not a run-with-the-crowd type of girl. Never have been. Never will. I think that’s boring and I don’t like to be bored.

Everywhere I go I’m always on the hunt for fun. In a picture, in a pose, in a dance, in whatever I find around me – it doesn’t matter. I can find fun where ever I am.

I don’t usually give much thought to what someone is going to say about what I’m doing as long as I am not breaking any rules and not hurting anyone.

It’s not just all about me either. I want those with me to be entertained as well. I want everyone to be happy and having as much fun as I am. I know that there is a time and a place for everything but mostly, it’s all about the fun.

Which is why when I returned to San Diego recently I was feeling the pressure. That’s right, the pressure. To be funny. To entertain. To perform. I think it’s expected of me now. No, seriously.

It’s not always an easy job. It’s not everywhere that you find props to aid in the amusement. I try, but sometimes I just look like a normal, quiet girl.  A rare, normal pose.And we all know that normal is so overrated. Who wants to be normal? Bah, not me. I like to be different.

The great thing about my friends is that they love me for my differences. They embrace my “wild” side, my sense of freedom.

I’ve been told it’s my love of running anywhere and throwing down a pose regardless of where we are that makes me enviable.

I don’t want to have regrets. I love looking back at a picture and re-living the moments we had.

If I didn’t go for it then, all I would have to look back on is the question of why didn’t I do this? That’s why I go for it.

I’ve found that there will be people that won’t embrace this zeal, this exuberance, this fondness for the fun. You will encounter the naysayers and the talkers as I did. I’ve realized that they will be everywhere – maybe even in your own backyard disguised as a cousin – but you can’t let that stop you. I didn’t.

Because just when I didn’t expect to see it, more fun was right there, waiting for me. In a winery. All I had to do was glance under the table and there it was. Pet bed you ask? Well, I had to try it on for size to find out. Not a bad fit. Just a little snug…

They should make this in Me size.When I was younger I used to walk around almost as if I were in a tunnel. I know I missed out on so many things that were around me.

I never would have seen great gems like the fabulous bed that caught my eye as we left the winery. Now, I’m like a hawk.

What makes me even happier is that my friends are excited to be taking pictures too. For me. Of the classic Dead Man Pose. An homage to me. Now that’s friendship!

Even better than having fun with your friends is when you can leave your mark with them. Hopefully they won’t forget me just because I’ve jumped from San Diego to New York City.

That wouldn’t be very fun.

Friend #1Friends #3 & 4Friend #2

If you’d like to visit the winery shown, go to their website for more info:

To see the shops where the mermaid sign is, visit Old Town San Diego. For more info, go to their website:

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The City that Never Sleeps

Ah, New York. It seemed like we’d been planning this move for a long time. Probably because we had. Are we moving, are we not, should we move? We couldn’t decide.

We kept putting it off but we finally made our decision and picked a date. Late December. It sounded like a great idea. Christmas in New York. Everyone loves the holidays in the city. I know I do.

What’s not to love? The decorations, the city all aglow, the shopping, Broadway, stores open late. Needless to say, I was pretty excited. Until I remembered one little thing. The cold. Damn it. THE COLD. I had forgotten about that part. We’d just finished packing. Was is too late to turn back now? Just a joke. No really, I’m joking.

We arrived in NY and to our surprise it was warm. A reprieve. Temporary, yes but it didn’t matter. Anything to help us adjust would work. We knew what was coming. January. AND February. I might not make it after all.

Christmas was only a few days away. We had to unpack and put our things in place. Not an easy task when you have another house full of furniture to deal with.

We had an easy solution. Set up outside. Nothing says welcome home like a couch in the driveway. My mom was amused. Dad, well, not so much.

Work was almost done.  Now it was time to play. Into Manhattan we go. We were on our way to see a show. I’m all about the shows. I’ve been going to Broadway since I was 3 years old. That’s a long time. Tonight’s selection – How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.

We arrived early. I know you’re not supposed to take pictures in the theatre when the show starts but we were so early I thought hey, why not? Apparently they frown upon any pictures in the theatre at all. Let me stress that. AT ALL. I guess if I were famous they’d bend those rules a little. At this point, those rules were not bent.

The play was fantastic. My parents had seen it and loved it which is why we decided to see it. I highly recommend it. Although be careful when you get wine in those plastic sippy cups. They leak. On a white sweater it’s not a good look.

Afterwards we decided to walk around. The best part about the city is that it’s open late. Yes, the whole city. Ok, maybe not the whole city but most of it. This is what I missed the most. When trying to get coffee late at night only to face a closed establishment, many a conversation has ended with, “you know, if we were in NY…”

On the plane ride over from San Diego, I had just read an article in my New York Magazine about an art installation called “Rooftops”.

I thought it was interesting. Just a bunch of rooftops placed on the ground. I was wondering if I’d be able to see it. For years I had been clipping places to see, things to do but since I was in San Diego it had never happened.

Well what to you know. Walking around the corner on the way back from our play – Rooftops! Fences prohibited us from climbing all over them but it was pretty cool to see them displayed in the middle of block. After all these years, I finally got to see something that I read about in my magazine. This move was starting to look better and better.

Oh my God. It’s the Peep Mobile! The freakin’ Peep Mobile! I was just walking down the street in excitement from my rooftop display when there it was. Just sitting in the parking lot down the street in all of its yellow glory. Who knew one even existed?

It was turning out to be a perfect night. We’d only been back in NY for a few days and it was already magical. What a night this had turned out to be and it wasn’t even over yet.

It was getting close to midnight, that’s right, midnight, and the stores were still open. Perfect. We popped into L’Occitane to get a few last minute stocking stuffers. I love that I can say this next line. Wait for it. Here it comes. Only in NY (that was just for you San Diego friends).

Hey, they brag about the warmth. I need to brag about being able to buy anything at anytime. We all have to have something.

We couldn’t go home yet. I knew I had to made one last stop. Cupcakes. Every night needs to end with a cupcake. Magnolia Bakery had my name on it.

We strolled in and picked out a few chocolate creations and then our night was complete. Wait, that time thing is too good for me not to say it again. The bakery was open until midnight.

Yes, I know there are going to be good times and some not so good times. Like that January and February cold thing I mentioned earlier. Maybe I should have held off on the move until March when spring starts rolling in. But then I wouldn’t have seen Rooftops or the Peep Mobile. Or Daniel Radcliffe in How to Succeed. Those aren’t things that you get to see everyday. It’s definitely my first Peep Mobile.

I know that there will be new adventures in a different city and I’m excited for the change. I hope everyone will come along for the ride.

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A Trip to The Mountain of Magic

I am moving back to New York City. There I’ve said it. I’m still not really sure how I feel about it. I haven’t talked about it much. Partly because my California friends have banned me from speaking about it.  They know how they feel about it.

 Yes, we all know how they feel about it. So I haven’t said much other than I’m moving. I knew the date was approaching. They knew the date was approaching. We just didn’t realize it was approaching this fast. I had too many things that I still wanted to do. Still needed to do.  I wasn’t ready to go yet. I’m still not sure that I am ready to go.

People keep asking me if I’m excited. I don’t know what to tell them. I know, I know, it’s New York. I love New York. Really, I do. It’s where I’m from. It’s the city, a great city. I don’t need to be sold on that. I don’t know what’s holding me back. I realized before I started worrying about leaving I needed to focus on my final days.

It happens every time we go to an amusement park though. We live only an hour away from most parks. Two hours at the most. I have an amazing time. Dilemma you ask? No. But the thrills, joys and highs you get are fabulous. Especially when you know you live close by. That’s right, close by. I won’t live close by anymore.

But I’m still here. I will enjoy every last second. I had to get in some last important items. I knew there were some places we’d wanted to go forever. Now was the chance. We had to do it. It was time to end our year with a bang.  We had to make it the best. weekend. ever. No pressure. None at all.
I knew we were up to the task. So we went to top. The peak. The mountain. The mountain of magic. What could be more perfect? A park filled with roller coasters. Nothing but coasters. It’s pure genius. I had only dreamed of a place like this when I was little. It’s all about the speed and drops.
We were excited all morning. We got there for the opening of the park. Winter in the park is phenomenal. No lines. Well, almost no lines. We breezed through almost every ride. Coaster after coaster – flying, soaring, looping, dropping – my face hurt from smiling so much. I walked around like I was living the perfect life.
We were having fun and we were carefree. Even if it was only for a day.Thoughts of moving were pushed away. Even though I knew I would be getting on a plane soon, too soon, I didn’t think about it. I’m only thinking of it now, as I write this. We walked around the park for hours. No, really. Eight plus to be exact. It just meant we could eat more. Perfect.

Unfortunately all things perfect must come to an end. We held off as long as we could but it was time to head back to reality. Besides, we were all freezing. Even in Southern California things get cold. A hot chocolate stop was next on the list.

Which brought me back to thoughts of my move. And New York City. I’m cold here, in San Diego. Granted, it’s winter and yes, it actually does get cold but I’m scared to think what lies in store for me back in the Big Apple. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. Maybe it will be a short move after all. Just kidding?

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