I had a truly epic and wonderful weekend and it's almost making it hard to be home.
After meeting a boy in Shasta and promptly flirting over sms for a month, I packed a bag of Agent Provac and Kiki De Montparnasse and headed to Cali for a weekend to mutually enjoyed activities.
This is the second trip to SF that's exceeded my expectations and left me feeling that wonderful glow of having met new people that you connect with super quick. It was "Occupy ManFrancisco" where NiJesKa was born and last weekend did not disappoint.
There was something very safe and familiar about being a group of 2 couples. I guess this is why married couples like hanging out together. It worked really well getting to know T while hanging out with 2 of my closest friends. The dynamic felt good. and i laughed a LOT. which is always my measurement for a good weekend.
Stories of note-
1. Suite O
2. Accidentally going for a 6 miles run b/c I got lost on the Standford campus
3. The fingers...
4. Being so drunk that I somehow missed seeing T in bed, convinced myself he was lost and i needed to find him, wandering the streets of the mission looking for him, somehow finding my way back, interrogating G as to his whereabouts, then finding him in bed and falling asleep.
5. J to the pizza guy- "i'm sorry we're so drunk... hold on i'm getting flogged..."
6. T stepping on said pizza
7. Having to rush to make a 3pm armory tour
8. Drinking champagne (a lot of champagne) at the park
9. FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS!
10. 22 points
11. Photo booths
12. Getting high fived for an epic performance on the stage of a club
All in all, amazing weekend.
In the airport, enjoying a ridiculously good lentil burger, it started to feel like there's more and more pulling me toward SF. and i have a feeling that when nikki and jess leave, Seattle is gonna feel a lot less like home.
and my lease is up in October... and Amazon's music team is based in SF... feels... tempting...
and after 2 severely emotionally jarring breakups in the last few years, a new city could be cathartic.
or maybe i'm just still high from all the ... mutually enjoyed activities...
here's the the dreams i know i'm about to walk into...
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
but i like to do it...
Life... isn't about having a bucket list that you check off as you go along...
life... is about writing your bucket list as you randomly happen to do insanely crazy magical things.
also falling more and more in love with drunk kari. she cracks me the fuck up.
Top Drunk Ideas of the weekend-
1- Whilst sneaking onto the stage at McCaw hall during a charity gala, I grabbed a cart of dishes in an attempt to disguise us as the catering staff. Despite all of us being in cocktail dresses, drinking martinis...
2- While drunk food shopping after the white party, I decided it would be brilliant to try and bake cookies out of the little peices of cookie dough in cookie dough ice cream. Ice cream AND cookies in one purchase. However, I bought cookies and cream ice cream and ate half the carton, confused about how i hadn't gotten any cookie dough yet.
3- Discovering a new use for the "big words" app by using it to make pre-emptive captions to pictures:
Top Bucket List Accomplishments-
1. Playing an acoustic piano cover of "Tonight I'm F-cking you" on the baby grand Steinway at McCaw hall while my friends did an interpretive dance.
2. Not only offering my apartment to some friends who wished to copulate and had nowhere to go, but serenading them from the living room with a beautiful rendition of ... you guessed it, "call me maybe"
In other news, had B over for dinner last night and talked until 3am. Really feel better about life when things are straight between us. Noticed myself do things that unintentionally friend zone guys. Not sure why my autopilot was going that direction. Maybe I'm getting to the point where I value our friendship too much to mess it up with complication. or maybe i'm just into someone else...
anyway, amazing weekend once again. this summer has been insane so far...
life... is about writing your bucket list as you randomly happen to do insanely crazy magical things.
also falling more and more in love with drunk kari. she cracks me the fuck up.
Top Drunk Ideas of the weekend-
1- Whilst sneaking onto the stage at McCaw hall during a charity gala, I grabbed a cart of dishes in an attempt to disguise us as the catering staff. Despite all of us being in cocktail dresses, drinking martinis...
2- While drunk food shopping after the white party, I decided it would be brilliant to try and bake cookies out of the little peices of cookie dough in cookie dough ice cream. Ice cream AND cookies in one purchase. However, I bought cookies and cream ice cream and ate half the carton, confused about how i hadn't gotten any cookie dough yet.
3- Discovering a new use for the "big words" app by using it to make pre-emptive captions to pictures:
Top Bucket List Accomplishments-
1. Playing an acoustic piano cover of "Tonight I'm F-cking you" on the baby grand Steinway at McCaw hall while my friends did an interpretive dance.
2. Not only offering my apartment to some friends who wished to copulate and had nowhere to go, but serenading them from the living room with a beautiful rendition of ... you guessed it, "call me maybe"
In other news, had B over for dinner last night and talked until 3am. Really feel better about life when things are straight between us. Noticed myself do things that unintentionally friend zone guys. Not sure why my autopilot was going that direction. Maybe I'm getting to the point where I value our friendship too much to mess it up with complication. or maybe i'm just into someone else...
anyway, amazing weekend once again. this summer has been insane so far...
Monday, July 9, 2012
she's a bottle of water
wearing clothes is hard.
i hate it.
back from a week in Shasta. it was pretty much equal parts drinking, napping, pouting, yelling and "napping." but in a good way :)
met a boy. like him very much. and yesterday g bought me a plane ticket so i could visit him (and her and J). so... booty call sponsorship is off the bucket list.
this weekend was filled to the brim with love.
parents were in town closing on the house, so i cooked them dinner, went for a walk by the water, played piano for them.
got an invite to the rare and magical "rich bachelor with a McMansion and a pool"'s house. laid around all day with beautiful people.
lots of BBQs with the rare and wonderful friends who really know their way around a grill and a cut of meat.
so much girl time, catching everyone up on shasta.
so much peaceful.
realized how devastated i'm going to be with nikki and jess leave. got teary just thinking about it last night.
breathe...
and then there's the new boy...
over and over and over and over and over.
we went to the same school, apparently, which made me curious about who he would have met, if he met me then. old journal entries from 2004. this was back in the Damon days. I couldn't help but miss that sweet spot of reckless passion. smart enough to know better, but naive enough to be hopeful.
past kari said things like "i hope he doesn't hurt me."
future kari will say things like "i'm going to end this before he has a chance to hurt me"
past kari was so excited when she ran into him in the library and she looked hot.
future kari will obsess over why he didn't text back even tho she looked hot.
i thought i would read those entries and feel sorry for how blindly I went through relationships.
but it left me kind of nostalgic for the times when i wasn't so damn cynical.
but...
there is a new boy...
and despite how much i know things can and probably will hurt at some point, i'm still crazy and reckless enough to say "fuck it." so maybe i haven't lost touch just yet.
or maybe i'm just following my labido more these days...
i hate it.
back from a week in Shasta. it was pretty much equal parts drinking, napping, pouting, yelling and "napping." but in a good way :)
met a boy. like him very much. and yesterday g bought me a plane ticket so i could visit him (and her and J). so... booty call sponsorship is off the bucket list.
this weekend was filled to the brim with love.
parents were in town closing on the house, so i cooked them dinner, went for a walk by the water, played piano for them.
got an invite to the rare and magical "rich bachelor with a McMansion and a pool"'s house. laid around all day with beautiful people.
lots of BBQs with the rare and wonderful friends who really know their way around a grill and a cut of meat.
so much girl time, catching everyone up on shasta.
so much peaceful.
realized how devastated i'm going to be with nikki and jess leave. got teary just thinking about it last night.
breathe...
and then there's the new boy...
over and over and over and over and over.
we went to the same school, apparently, which made me curious about who he would have met, if he met me then. old journal entries from 2004. this was back in the Damon days. I couldn't help but miss that sweet spot of reckless passion. smart enough to know better, but naive enough to be hopeful.
past kari said things like "i hope he doesn't hurt me."
future kari will say things like "i'm going to end this before he has a chance to hurt me"
past kari was so excited when she ran into him in the library and she looked hot.
future kari will obsess over why he didn't text back even tho she looked hot.
i thought i would read those entries and feel sorry for how blindly I went through relationships.
but it left me kind of nostalgic for the times when i wasn't so damn cynical.
but...
there is a new boy...
and despite how much i know things can and probably will hurt at some point, i'm still crazy and reckless enough to say "fuck it." so maybe i haven't lost touch just yet.
or maybe i'm just following my labido more these days...
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