There are a lot of things that we have to register for throughout our lives that do not make us excited...registering for classes, car tags, gym memberships, fa passport (well that is a little exciting/stressful) Any whoo, my point is that the Squid and I FINALLY began registering for our wedding! Yippie! I really had to sweet talk my way into this one, considering the Squid has about a two second attention span for all things wedding. I buttered him up with brunch and bloody mary's and then we were off to Crate and Barrel! I was concerned that it was going to be more of an ordeal or hassle to get the things we needed from the customer service rep, but she said "here is the scanner, go wild!"
It still amazes me that after living with someone for over a year and a half that he can still surprise me with his interests, likes and home decor style. We live in a small apartment in DC we really haven't decorated much (other than the many wooden shelf's, boxes and other wooden gadgets that the Squid has made by hand) because who knows how long we will be there. And I rarely have an opinion on things like this - not to mention I don't know how to hang a picture.
So we were off to the races and of course he went straight for the canning gadgets, grilling utensils and knives, while I preferred little kitchen knick knacks like muttlers, choppers and cutesy little bowls. In the end we decided to not look into china, glassware and other items that will take over our small apartment...I think that is what they call "baby steps." It only lasted about two hours, but I think we started making some great decisions as a couple about the things that were essential, the things we could live without and the things that we hope someone decides to splurge on! However, it was quite interesting when we got home that we had registered for 8 butter warmers...hey! They looked like French Onion soup bowls to us!
I am so happy that I am on this journey with the Squid. It is hard for us sometimes to get on the same page, let alone have dinner at a reasonable hour because of work schedules and the fast paced life that this city requires of us, but man its great to know there is one person out there that knows exactly how much honey you require in your coffee.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Feels like home
Last night I enjoyed a girls night out. I have to admit, its been a while since I have 100% devoted all my time to the same sex...I have been a little Squid obsessed! But, who could blame me...he is so damn cute. Anyhow, I had the best conversations about life, love, religion and yes - getting married!
This was a reunion with the coconut girls - if you don't remember, these are the women that I embarked on a fabulous little trip to Turks and Caicos - the first adult trip since I had been back in DC. We drank, we snorkeled and made some serious life decisions on the sand.
So 8 months later we are all in completely different places than we were on the Island. Marti is leaving us for a new adventure on the West coast, Candice is in a exciting, committed relationship that has her biking, running and kayaking all over DC (and beyond) and Heidi is about to marry a wonderful man that continues to make her smile everyday. And me? Well between the engagement, the job change and turning 29 I think everyone is aware of the new places I am going.
For so many changes, it is incredible how four people can come back together and still have so much in common and have a true interest in each other's lives. I love these ladies, and I hope that they continue to include me in their journey's across countries, rivers and cities. I have no doubt that the coconut girls will have some amazing adventures to come!
It doesn't matter if someone has been in your life for one week, five years or twenty - if they make you feel like you are at home, they are worth having around.
This was a reunion with the coconut girls - if you don't remember, these are the women that I embarked on a fabulous little trip to Turks and Caicos - the first adult trip since I had been back in DC. We drank, we snorkeled and made some serious life decisions on the sand.
So 8 months later we are all in completely different places than we were on the Island. Marti is leaving us for a new adventure on the West coast, Candice is in a exciting, committed relationship that has her biking, running and kayaking all over DC (and beyond) and Heidi is about to marry a wonderful man that continues to make her smile everyday. And me? Well between the engagement, the job change and turning 29 I think everyone is aware of the new places I am going.
For so many changes, it is incredible how four people can come back together and still have so much in common and have a true interest in each other's lives. I love these ladies, and I hope that they continue to include me in their journey's across countries, rivers and cities. I have no doubt that the coconut girls will have some amazing adventures to come!
It doesn't matter if someone has been in your life for one week, five years or twenty - if they make you feel like you are at home, they are worth having around.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Dreaming of the "could have beens"
As I sit at my desk this morning, my mind is full of thoughts about things that could have been.Over the past few years friends have come and gone, hair colors have changed and locations too! Jobs, men, diets - all flashing by me today. I wonder sometimes about life and God, and why things happen the way that they do. Why I was born with an insatiable appetite for food, love and life. Oh, and also shopping. "I have enough dresses!" I said NEVER.
There has always been the saying "the grass is greener" but when (and how) do people arrive at the idea that their grass is the best? I don't want to miss out on my life because I am flying here or there and just snapping pictures of things to say I've been there (I do know people who do this, what a waste.) My mother always tells me "Lacy, you're young, you have your whole life ahead of you to travel!" Mom, I love you but I want to do it all and the sooner the better!
So I welcome any ideas, thoughts, remedies, medication (just kidding, but seriously) that can curb my appetite for the "other stuff." Well, I know that my journey will begin once I have the courage to open my eyes.
Anyway, the reason for this post is to wander through my thoughts and why I feel the need to long for other things. I spoke with a good friends mother the other night who is so wonderful and shares the same appetite I do for travel. I was supposed to visit her daughter in Asia this month, but I went the practical route and decided to wait until next year. But I can't help but feel unsettled with my decision. I am a victim of searching friends on Facebook and turning pea green with envy because of the places they are going or the things they do. How ridiculous considering I have done my own fair share of traveling this year!
So I am trying to relax because the Squid and I have a wonderfully fulfilling life that keeps us running from life experience to experience (it just isn't Amsterdam to Chile.) I think the bigger problem is that for the first time ever my life is feeling settled, and I am feeling restless. I am not traveling for work or having 80 hour work weeks any longer. The routine after work HH isn't necessary anymore. BUT, I have a wonderful new job that is challenging me in new ways, I am able to be productive in my spare time (I am finally learning how to sew) and I AM GETTING MARRIED! What do I have to complain about? I have been struggling to get into a comfortable groove with life these days. How does my sister do it? She is the Queen of nesting and I can't seem to sit still.
So I welcome any ideas, thoughts, remedies, medication (just kidding, but seriously) that can curb my appetite for the "other stuff." Well, I know that my journey will begin once I have the courage to open my eyes.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
For the Love of Bikes!
Friends, family, chic urban cyclists, lend me your ear! I have just found the most amazing website that has just saved my fashion sense. Thank you Elle, for your amazing gift of knowledge on this brand.
Eleanor's NYC has just changed cycling for me forever. I think a lot of you know my struggle with wardrobe and the constant woes of dismissing my beautiful dresses for shorts, tights or pants when biking through the city. The Squid is lucky that he can throw on some chamois under nice shorts and a button down and still be presentable enough to go to a "smart casual" (thanks Open Table) restaurant and look dashing. I however am stuck trying on 5-8 outfits and figuring out what items to wear, what I can bike in and what I will need to bring in order to attempt to be presentable at the dinner table. Well, I have listed a few of my issues with cycling around the city and how Eleanor's has just improved my life.
Scenario One: Bye, bye dignity. Hello, vajayjay on display.
You have all seen it. A cute girl with a dress on biking down the street. Even in movies you see a light breeze blowing through her hair, but not blowing her dress. Let me enlighten you on the reality of this - there are a small selection of dresses that can be worn on a bike, in fact just one: Flowy full skirted dress that hits from your knee to mid calf. Of course the list is longer of dresses that can't be worn. Skirts shorter than mid thigh, form fitting frocks, bias cut or anything structured with no elastic give (unless you are in it to bare all.) So even when wearing the most appropriate of the choices, it happens! Dress blows up and you are exposed! Solution? Eleanor's bicycle skirt garter This item is small, easy to throw in your bag and conveniently prevents an afternoon peep show. Just brilliant!
Scenario Two: Summer showers bring wet tushes?
I am sure many people in the green world of today don't keep handy plastic bags anymore. Also, in the District you are charged $.05 for each bag that you use when grocery shopping, picking up take out or going to the liquor store. It can really add up. So it is rare when it rains to be able to find a plastic bag handy to throw over your bike seat. Some may say "Lacy, is that really necessary, just wipe off your seat!" But I have a B17 Standard Brooks leather saddle that cannot withstand the rain. What to do...EUREKA! Bicycle Polka Dot Rain Cap! Its like a shower cap for your saddle! I love this so much and think it is a fun statement to make on a gray day!
Scenario Three: Clutch your inner style, not unattractive active bag!
It is hard to find items that retain qualities of fashion AND function, but Eleanor's got it right! I have tried many bags before and ended up with a cross body, active bag with waist clip (think fanny pack, but on your lower back.) I have embraced the idea because I have searched everywhere for some that can transition from commuting to going out with the girls OR to a last minute business meeting. Enter the Handlebar Convertible Purse! This gives the perfect balance to fashion and function! It affixes to your handlebars (so no need to worry about wrinkling your clothes or "fanny packing it" around town) and also comes with a detachable strap so it can be a clutch OR cross body bag. AND it is water, stain and fade resistant!
Bravo Eleanor's for bringing fashion back into my daily routine. I know that the Squid is going to be proud.
Now everyone, get out there and ride!
Eleanor's NYC has just changed cycling for me forever. I think a lot of you know my struggle with wardrobe and the constant woes of dismissing my beautiful dresses for shorts, tights or pants when biking through the city. The Squid is lucky that he can throw on some chamois under nice shorts and a button down and still be presentable enough to go to a "smart casual" (thanks Open Table) restaurant and look dashing. I however am stuck trying on 5-8 outfits and figuring out what items to wear, what I can bike in and what I will need to bring in order to attempt to be presentable at the dinner table. Well, I have listed a few of my issues with cycling around the city and how Eleanor's has just improved my life.
You have all seen it. A cute girl with a dress on biking down the street. Even in movies you see a light breeze blowing through her hair, but not blowing her dress. Let me enlighten you on the reality of this - there are a small selection of dresses that can be worn on a bike, in fact just one: Flowy full skirted dress that hits from your knee to mid calf. Of course the list is longer of dresses that can't be worn. Skirts shorter than mid thigh, form fitting frocks, bias cut or anything structured with no elastic give (unless you are in it to bare all.) So even when wearing the most appropriate of the choices, it happens! Dress blows up and you are exposed! Solution? Eleanor's bicycle skirt garter This item is small, easy to throw in your bag and conveniently prevents an afternoon peep show. Just brilliant!
Scenario Two: Summer showers bring wet tushes?
I am sure many people in the green world of today don't keep handy plastic bags anymore. Also, in the District you are charged $.05 for each bag that you use when grocery shopping, picking up take out or going to the liquor store. It can really add up. So it is rare when it rains to be able to find a plastic bag handy to throw over your bike seat. Some may say "Lacy, is that really necessary, just wipe off your seat!" But I have a B17 Standard Brooks leather saddle that cannot withstand the rain. What to do...EUREKA! Bicycle Polka Dot Rain Cap! Its like a shower cap for your saddle! I love this so much and think it is a fun statement to make on a gray day!
Scenario Three: Clutch your inner style, not unattractive active bag!
It is hard to find items that retain qualities of fashion AND function, but Eleanor's got it right! I have tried many bags before and ended up with a cross body, active bag with waist clip (think fanny pack, but on your lower back.) I have embraced the idea because I have searched everywhere for some that can transition from commuting to going out with the girls OR to a last minute business meeting. Enter the Handlebar Convertible Purse! This gives the perfect balance to fashion and function! It affixes to your handlebars (so no need to worry about wrinkling your clothes or "fanny packing it" around town) and also comes with a detachable strap so it can be a clutch OR cross body bag. AND it is water, stain and fade resistant!
Bravo Eleanor's for bringing fashion back into my daily routine. I know that the Squid is going to be proud.
Now everyone, get out there and ride!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Spinning Wheels
Today as I rode to work with my wheels literally and figuratively spinning, I was thinking about the safety of cyclists on the roads. I might not obey every rule but there are a few things that are "must do's" if you are cruisin the roads on two wheels. Below are my top 5.
1. WEAR A HELMET. I don't care if you just got your hair done or you have to run a quick errand. I am sure a lot of people are quite fond of your noggin and you should keep it safe. It worries me when I see perfectly intelligent people zooming on Mt. Vernon trail without one. Also, it doesn't count if your helmet is hanging from your handle bars or the chin strap undone. Each of these will not protect you from a rouge squirrel attack causing you to wreck your bike.
2. PASS ON THE LEFT. This is interesting because you should naturally feel comfortable doing this since that is the appropriate way to do it in a vehicle. But some people have a stroke of pure genius and pass on the right and get clobbered by the cyclist they are passing because they were slowing down to make a right hand turn. Idiots.
3. PEDESTRIANS, WATCH OUT! I am sure you all remember my run in with the high school bitches that caused last summer's bike accident and left me the scars on my leg and hand. I do agree that they have the right of way, but when I have a green light and Hill staffers are compelled to cross the street, I am gonna yell at them. I don't care what side of the isle they are - move it or you will get hit with my front tire. You will be both red and blue when I am finished with you.
4. DON'T DOUBLE UP IN CURVES. Ok, I think it is precious when I see a couple riding together on the trail. It is such a lovely activity for couples and can suit almost any skill level. I mean the Squid will even ride with me and resist the urge to ZOOM just to have my company. That's love. Anyway, when you are coming into a high traffic area with multiple turns, get single file. If you don't it won't be me yelling at you, it will be the 6 man cycling team that knocks you on your ass as they round the corner screaming "move outta the way!" Trust me, it is terrifying. They also might hunt you down and slash your tires.
5. EYES ON THE ROAD. So there is one portion of my commute to work that travels past the airport. There is nothing cooler than watching planes take off and land. But if you are going to watch, PLEASE get off the trail. It makes it more difficult for all of us to maneuver around your bike and then when you get your eyes back on the road are pissed that we are passing you.
I still consider myself a cycling novice, but I certainly am learning my way around the road. Just make sure you are not ever pulling jerk moves because what goes around comes around. Oh, and if you are newly engaged, make sure to wear fingerless gloves so you still have a good view of your gorgeous ring.
Happy pedal pushing!
1. WEAR A HELMET. I don't care if you just got your hair done or you have to run a quick errand. I am sure a lot of people are quite fond of your noggin and you should keep it safe. It worries me when I see perfectly intelligent people zooming on Mt. Vernon trail without one. Also, it doesn't count if your helmet is hanging from your handle bars or the chin strap undone. Each of these will not protect you from a rouge squirrel attack causing you to wreck your bike.
2. PASS ON THE LEFT. This is interesting because you should naturally feel comfortable doing this since that is the appropriate way to do it in a vehicle. But some people have a stroke of pure genius and pass on the right and get clobbered by the cyclist they are passing because they were slowing down to make a right hand turn. Idiots.
3. PEDESTRIANS, WATCH OUT! I am sure you all remember my run in with the high school bitches that caused last summer's bike accident and left me the scars on my leg and hand. I do agree that they have the right of way, but when I have a green light and Hill staffers are compelled to cross the street, I am gonna yell at them. I don't care what side of the isle they are - move it or you will get hit with my front tire. You will be both red and blue when I am finished with you.
4. DON'T DOUBLE UP IN CURVES. Ok, I think it is precious when I see a couple riding together on the trail. It is such a lovely activity for couples and can suit almost any skill level. I mean the Squid will even ride with me and resist the urge to ZOOM just to have my company. That's love. Anyway, when you are coming into a high traffic area with multiple turns, get single file. If you don't it won't be me yelling at you, it will be the 6 man cycling team that knocks you on your ass as they round the corner screaming "move outta the way!" Trust me, it is terrifying. They also might hunt you down and slash your tires.
5. EYES ON THE ROAD. So there is one portion of my commute to work that travels past the airport. There is nothing cooler than watching planes take off and land. But if you are going to watch, PLEASE get off the trail. It makes it more difficult for all of us to maneuver around your bike and then when you get your eyes back on the road are pissed that we are passing you.
I still consider myself a cycling novice, but I certainly am learning my way around the road. Just make sure you are not ever pulling jerk moves because what goes around comes around. Oh, and if you are newly engaged, make sure to wear fingerless gloves so you still have a good view of your gorgeous ring.
Happy pedal pushing!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
So many questions after THE question.
So in the aftermath of this incredible moment I had a thought, after all the weddings I have planned, the weddings I have been to and been in, I have some opinions about what is acceptable and obviously NOT. I think these are the things that blushing brides are afraid to say, but you know me...I can't keep my opinions to myself.
Question 1: So, when are you getting married??
For women who have been planning their weddings there whole live, this is easy. Most have already pick out the spot and put down the appropriate deposit amount, along with cutting out the size and shape of their groom. I am not criticizing there choices, but none of us can accurately predict that what you have chosen is going to be what you as "a couple" like.
As for me (and some other friends I might add,) I have no freakin clue! It doesn't matter how "in the wedding industry" you are, you can't make these decisions without the groom in mind and in hand. So many of us get lost on what we should do, where we should marry, and frankly who we should be marrying, but all that matters in the end is that you are spending the rest of your life with the one special person who was lucky enough to get you to say yes. I can picture former boyfriends and immediately pick out the wedding stereotype to go along with them. When I see the Squid, all I can see is him. It doesn't matter about everything else. However for those of you chomping at the bit, we are hoping to pick a time and place in the next few weeks.
Question 2: So, I am invited to the wedding, right?
Ok, I have to admit - I have actually asked this question before. But I think I asked my mom or sister NOT a casual acquaintance or random person in a bar! This is so awful. Not because you don't want to invite that particular person, its because how in the world do you even answer?!? Especially when you haven't event figured out where you are getting married. I know understand the dilemma of all my fabulous married friends who have gone through this before. We should all ban together and come up with an answer so equally absurd that it screeches that runaway train to a halt. "So, I am invited to the wedding right?" Oh, well most likely if you can acquire a pet monkey to play symbols for the processional...
Question 3: Can I see the ring?
Alright person interested in the ring viewing - you can ONLY see it if you can keep your facial muscles still or have amazing Botox. I am so sick of the faces and speechlessness of people after they grab my hand. So in my particular situation, please let me clarify my ring:
Yes, its an Emerald (and also my birthstone) and it's family ring that has been passed down for 40 years in the Squid's family and the diamonds are real. (Seriously, someone asked.) Also, if you are unaware, colored stones are all the rage for engagement rings these days. :) Thank you Martha Stewart.
My final note on this particular question - its not on your finger, so you don't have to like it.
Question 4: How involved does the Groom want to be?
What kind of question is this? I know a lot of men would like to just show up, take a swing of bourbon (or Tequila in the Squids case,) put on tailored clothing and walk down the isle. It should be that simple, but when you have a Groom that has a lot of opinions about what he wants and a Bride that just wants everyone to be happy, its important to get everyone on the same page. Also, if you just want to show up to your wedding and not really participate, is that how you will be during the marriage? I don't know about you, but that scares me.
For us, the short answer is VERY involved. The long is this, he wants this to be an experience for both of us. It is important that our wedding speaks to us and about us. Even through there is an "I" in marriage, there isn't in team. And that is what the Squid and I are, a team that can get through anything together. So, as hard as this process has been, and as much as I am compelled to make decisions on my own, if at the end of all of this he doesn't want to come to our own wedding, I have a real problem.
So these are Questions d'jour, but I am sure there will be more that pop up. I am excited about this process and can't wait to share more about everything happening in our lives. I couldn't be more lucky in love...I am so happy!
Question 1: So, when are you getting married??
This is the question I get ALL the time! I mean, I
have been engaged for three weeks and everyone is like “pick a date already” it
took me 29 years to find the guy! Geeze!
For women who have been planning their weddings there whole live, this is easy. Most have already pick out the spot and put down the appropriate deposit amount, along with cutting out the size and shape of their groom. I am not criticizing there choices, but none of us can accurately predict that what you have chosen is going to be what you as "a couple" like.
As for me (and some other friends I might add,) I have no freakin clue! It doesn't matter how "in the wedding industry" you are, you can't make these decisions without the groom in mind and in hand. So many of us get lost on what we should do, where we should marry, and frankly who we should be marrying, but all that matters in the end is that you are spending the rest of your life with the one special person who was lucky enough to get you to say yes. I can picture former boyfriends and immediately pick out the wedding stereotype to go along with them. When I see the Squid, all I can see is him. It doesn't matter about everything else. However for those of you chomping at the bit, we are hoping to pick a time and place in the next few weeks.
Question 2: So, I am invited to the wedding, right?
Ok, I have to admit - I have actually asked this question before. But I think I asked my mom or sister NOT a casual acquaintance or random person in a bar! This is so awful. Not because you don't want to invite that particular person, its because how in the world do you even answer?!? Especially when you haven't event figured out where you are getting married. I know understand the dilemma of all my fabulous married friends who have gone through this before. We should all ban together and come up with an answer so equally absurd that it screeches that runaway train to a halt. "So, I am invited to the wedding right?" Oh, well most likely if you can acquire a pet monkey to play symbols for the processional...
Question 3: Can I see the ring?
Alright person interested in the ring viewing - you can ONLY see it if you can keep your facial muscles still or have amazing Botox. I am so sick of the faces and speechlessness of people after they grab my hand. So in my particular situation, please let me clarify my ring:
Yes, its an Emerald (and also my birthstone) and it's family ring that has been passed down for 40 years in the Squid's family and the diamonds are real. (Seriously, someone asked.) Also, if you are unaware, colored stones are all the rage for engagement rings these days. :) Thank you Martha Stewart.
My final note on this particular question - its not on your finger, so you don't have to like it.
Question 4: How involved does the Groom want to be?
What kind of question is this? I know a lot of men would like to just show up, take a swing of bourbon (or Tequila in the Squids case,) put on tailored clothing and walk down the isle. It should be that simple, but when you have a Groom that has a lot of opinions about what he wants and a Bride that just wants everyone to be happy, its important to get everyone on the same page. Also, if you just want to show up to your wedding and not really participate, is that how you will be during the marriage? I don't know about you, but that scares me.
For us, the short answer is VERY involved. The long is this, he wants this to be an experience for both of us. It is important that our wedding speaks to us and about us. Even through there is an "I" in marriage, there isn't in team. And that is what the Squid and I are, a team that can get through anything together. So, as hard as this process has been, and as much as I am compelled to make decisions on my own, if at the end of all of this he doesn't want to come to our own wedding, I have a real problem.
So these are Questions d'jour, but I am sure there will be more that pop up. I am excited about this process and can't wait to share more about everything happening in our lives. I couldn't be more lucky in love...I am so happy!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Three weeks, still glowing...
What a whirlwind I have been through! I can't believe it has been exactly three weeks since the Squid popped the question and it has taken me this long to sort out my thoughts to write this post!
Picture the best birthday ever (even though it was two days shy of my 29th)
The Backdrop: The Langham Hotel in Pasadena, California.
The Orchestrators: Diane, one photographer and an videographer
The Unknowingly Happiest People on Earth: Austin and Lacy
The Scene: A proposal behind a rock
The Outcome: A resounding YES! Prefaced by "are you serious?"
I think to appreciate, you have to watch the video below. Please note that the video quality can't be blamed on the guys shooting, Austin ran out of things to say and couldn't wait to pop the question. Can you imagine, the Squid speechless? It was a once in a lifetime moment that I am thrilled I can share with the people I love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Picture the best birthday ever (even though it was two days shy of my 29th)
The Backdrop: The Langham Hotel in Pasadena, California.
The Orchestrators: Diane, one photographer and an videographer
The Unknowingly Happiest People on Earth: Austin and Lacy
The Scene: A proposal behind a rock
The Outcome: A resounding YES! Prefaced by "are you serious?"
I think to appreciate, you have to watch the video below. Please note that the video quality can't be blamed on the guys shooting, Austin ran out of things to say and couldn't wait to pop the question. Can you imagine, the Squid speechless? It was a once in a lifetime moment that I am thrilled I can share with the people I love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Love isn't Polished
As I was laying awake in bed tonight, trying my hardest to dose off to a blissful sleep, I noticed myself twirling my ring...now, many of you might jump and say "Lacy! What ring are you referring to! Oh my goodness!" But in fact, it is so much more than that.
As a fifteen year old I didn't know much. Only that I loved my life as a Cheerleader, I was confused still about the fact that my boobs where so small I didn't require a real bra and that I wanted to know more about God. Yeah, the real one, you know - the one you capitalize in sentences. I was so young and SO excited about going on a trip to Colorado. A place that was undiscovered and new to me, a place that was unfamiliar and raw, and a place that I could go without parents. It was an incredible trip of a lifetime, in fact one that defines a lot of my adulthood now. It was a trip that I discovered God for myself and decided to know him.
Now, this could be a little heavy for a post of the "princess of polish" but I think it is important...It brings me back to my ring. So I was in the little gift shop with a few girlfriends and we were looking at so much of the merchandise. A lot that was novelty, some items that was perishable and then finally something that was worth buying - Jewelry!!! I came upon a few different things, and finally settled on a band of silver. The problem was that there were many to choose from. All were similar except for the inscribed words. There were four words; Peace, Faith, Hope and Love. I really thought about which would properly represent me...for a girl my age it seems silly, but I though this purchase could be very significant. I had to run down each word and its meaning for me and determine which could help guide me through life. Peace is a given. Its something we all want in our lives, something that countries are built and crumble on and words that give us comfort. Faith give us serenity, steadfastness and drive to follow what we believe in and hold on the the values and morals we were raised on. Hope brings everything together, ideals, religion, life and people. It holds us up when we are down and sets us right when we are on the floor. Lastly, Love is what keeps our hearts ticking, makes the impossible possible, the birds to sing and the men to dance in the rain. It is the force that can lift us to the heavens, but also bring us to our knees. It is full of life, loss and beautiful bittersweet memories.
I chose Love. I have worn this memento for years, lending it only to my big sister, who I adore but swiftly reclaimed it from. I have worn this ring on my right hand religiously ever since I met the squid in hopes it would remind me every day of what was important, true and real in the world. Man oh man has that worked. My life is filled with so much love, comfort and joy that I can't even share it with anyone for fear that it would be received as false. I feel a wave of happiness and hopefulness when I think of it. Something so simple, but so profound. That is also how I feel about God. I think I may have forgot to mention that I went to Colorado on a Young Life trip, which is sponsored and run by a local Methodist Church - which I loved!
I am not sure what pushed me out of bed tonight to write this, but I know that I needed it. I also needed to remember why I chose love. Because it is one of the most important things in our lives. For me, it is the most attainable and I love LOVE. Everyone knows that, and it might be why a lot of people love me too. I will never give up on love, or the wonderful gifts it brings me or anyone who gives it to me.
Don't forget what brings you happiness. It could be extravagant or insignificant. My ring doesn't claim to be pure silver, but it is more bright and shiny than any piece of jewelry I own...and you don't have to polish love.
As a fifteen year old I didn't know much. Only that I loved my life as a Cheerleader, I was confused still about the fact that my boobs where so small I didn't require a real bra and that I wanted to know more about God. Yeah, the real one, you know - the one you capitalize in sentences. I was so young and SO excited about going on a trip to Colorado. A place that was undiscovered and new to me, a place that was unfamiliar and raw, and a place that I could go without parents. It was an incredible trip of a lifetime, in fact one that defines a lot of my adulthood now. It was a trip that I discovered God for myself and decided to know him.
Now, this could be a little heavy for a post of the "princess of polish" but I think it is important...It brings me back to my ring. So I was in the little gift shop with a few girlfriends and we were looking at so much of the merchandise. A lot that was novelty, some items that was perishable and then finally something that was worth buying - Jewelry!!! I came upon a few different things, and finally settled on a band of silver. The problem was that there were many to choose from. All were similar except for the inscribed words. There were four words; Peace, Faith, Hope and Love. I really thought about which would properly represent me...for a girl my age it seems silly, but I though this purchase could be very significant. I had to run down each word and its meaning for me and determine which could help guide me through life. Peace is a given. Its something we all want in our lives, something that countries are built and crumble on and words that give us comfort. Faith give us serenity, steadfastness and drive to follow what we believe in and hold on the the values and morals we were raised on. Hope brings everything together, ideals, religion, life and people. It holds us up when we are down and sets us right when we are on the floor. Lastly, Love is what keeps our hearts ticking, makes the impossible possible, the birds to sing and the men to dance in the rain. It is the force that can lift us to the heavens, but also bring us to our knees. It is full of life, loss and beautiful bittersweet memories.
I chose Love. I have worn this memento for years, lending it only to my big sister, who I adore but swiftly reclaimed it from. I have worn this ring on my right hand religiously ever since I met the squid in hopes it would remind me every day of what was important, true and real in the world. Man oh man has that worked. My life is filled with so much love, comfort and joy that I can't even share it with anyone for fear that it would be received as false. I feel a wave of happiness and hopefulness when I think of it. Something so simple, but so profound. That is also how I feel about God. I think I may have forgot to mention that I went to Colorado on a Young Life trip, which is sponsored and run by a local Methodist Church - which I loved!
I am not sure what pushed me out of bed tonight to write this, but I know that I needed it. I also needed to remember why I chose love. Because it is one of the most important things in our lives. For me, it is the most attainable and I love LOVE. Everyone knows that, and it might be why a lot of people love me too. I will never give up on love, or the wonderful gifts it brings me or anyone who gives it to me.
Don't forget what brings you happiness. It could be extravagant or insignificant. My ring doesn't claim to be pure silver, but it is more bright and shiny than any piece of jewelry I own...and you don't have to polish love.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Day Six: Goodbye Turks, Hello DC!
This morning was tough because it was time to say goodbye to the Island. Marti leaving us early, which made the sting of a vacation ending start early this morning. Heidi, Candice and I slowly got our things together, took one last trip out to see the sun then waited on a shuttle back to the airport. I was really in a down frame of mind, not because I was leaving a fabulous place, but because of the storm I was heading into back in DC. Work is bad and I head to Long Island soon for a program that I don't have any information for, Austin is stressed at work and we rarely see each other. Its been hard to feel connected to him on this vacation since we can't talk. It truly tests a relationships limits.
The up-side was that we downed a few glasses of the ever-elating Island rum punch. A fitting farewell from our vacation of pure, raw happiness! Candi was super sad, but we managed to do a bit of Island airport shopping (nothing but booze and jewelry) and I was a nervous nellie because I was smuggling my conch through customs. Heidi was almost tackled by security because she was on her phone when we were in customs, oopsie! But we finally made it through customs at JFK and had a few celebratory glasses of wine. I mean technically its still vacation, right? Once back in DC, it was hard to part with the girls, but we all had our men to take care of. That is the beauty of Mars and Venus, right?
Getting home and back to life with the Squid was somewhat challenging. I mean, how much chinese food and pizza can a man eat over a six day period? Luckily I was so exhausted, I didn't really care all that much that our house was dirty and my dog had shed his hair all over the house, couch and bed linens. It is a simple fix once I get my recovery time from vacation.
Turks and Caicos was such an amazing experience that the coconut girls documented well. I will miss the heat coming off the beach and the smell of ocean in the air, but the ocean can't snuggle me down at night and make me feel like even if everything is falling down around me, that one good squeeze will make it alright.
The up-side was that we downed a few glasses of the ever-elating Island rum punch. A fitting farewell from our vacation of pure, raw happiness! Candi was super sad, but we managed to do a bit of Island airport shopping (nothing but booze and jewelry) and I was a nervous nellie because I was smuggling my conch through customs. Heidi was almost tackled by security because she was on her phone when we were in customs, oopsie! But we finally made it through customs at JFK and had a few celebratory glasses of wine. I mean technically its still vacation, right? Once back in DC, it was hard to part with the girls, but we all had our men to take care of. That is the beauty of Mars and Venus, right?
Getting home and back to life with the Squid was somewhat challenging. I mean, how much chinese food and pizza can a man eat over a six day period? Luckily I was so exhausted, I didn't really care all that much that our house was dirty and my dog had shed his hair all over the house, couch and bed linens. It is a simple fix once I get my recovery time from vacation.
Turks and Caicos was such an amazing experience that the coconut girls documented well. I will miss the heat coming off the beach and the smell of ocean in the air, but the ocean can't snuggle me down at night and make me feel like even if everything is falling down around me, that one good squeeze will make it alright.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Day five: Last day to soak it in
So our last full day on the Island was a little bit of a mess. Marti and I were not feeling so well, her because of dinner, me because of my day of liquid libations and all that jumping around the fire...not smart. So we proceeded to lay around all day and just enjoy our last day in paradise. We landed back at Hemingways for lunch and were served up a mean dish of fish and chips. Delish!
In the afternoon we all headed down to the beach for one last romp, where Heidi and I spent a lot of time talking about life. The topic of conversation was my self realization that I am unhappy with my job and that I need to make some sort of life change. I have been giving all of my time and energy to a job I don't love and not spending nearly enough time with the man that I do. It is hard to realize what you thought would be good for you is in fact not, and that it might be time to move on and go after something else. I couldn't decide if it was the beginning of a vacation hangover or real feelings that I had towards my current work situation. I decided that I would leave it for another day so I didn't ruin my vitamin D buzz.
So to wrap up our fabulous vacation we went to the Caicos Club for dinner and had homemade pasta, great red wine and even better conversation. The four of us may all come from different backgrounds but we sure do have a lot in common. By the end of the night, Candi the blonde Midwesterner, Heidi the red headed Jew, Marti the black girl from Chicago and Lacy the Southern brunette made a pact to be travel companions for life.
No matter where the road leads, it should always point you in the direction of your heart. Or at least to a place with good cocktails and conversation.
In the afternoon we all headed down to the beach for one last romp, where Heidi and I spent a lot of time talking about life. The topic of conversation was my self realization that I am unhappy with my job and that I need to make some sort of life change. I have been giving all of my time and energy to a job I don't love and not spending nearly enough time with the man that I do. It is hard to realize what you thought would be good for you is in fact not, and that it might be time to move on and go after something else. I couldn't decide if it was the beginning of a vacation hangover or real feelings that I had towards my current work situation. I decided that I would leave it for another day so I didn't ruin my vitamin D buzz.
So to wrap up our fabulous vacation we went to the Caicos Club for dinner and had homemade pasta, great red wine and even better conversation. The four of us may all come from different backgrounds but we sure do have a lot in common. By the end of the night, Candi the blonde Midwesterner, Heidi the red headed Jew, Marti the black girl from Chicago and Lacy the Southern brunette made a pact to be travel companions for life.
No matter where the road leads, it should always point you in the direction of your heart. Or at least to a place with good cocktails and conversation.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Day four: Offshore Excursions, Use Caution
There are many things that make me feel nostalgic about my childhood, but nothing more than a day in the water. I was slightly reluctant to go on the snorkel boat. I can't really pinpoint why, but I just haven't been into Ocean swimming in quite some time. Boy am I glad I sucked it up and hopped on!
The guys at the sign-in hut just told us to walk out to the beach and the boat would find us. I was really skeptical that we were going to actually catch the darn boat that I was scanning up and down the beach for our boat. I knew I wouldn't be able to miss it, but I had NO idea how true that was...
The boat arrived with blaring tropical music which immediately had us dancing on the sand. We were all giggling and were hoisted onto the boat with the help of two Island gentleman who promptly forced Rum Punch into all of our hands. It was a little before 9am, but when in Rome?
So we continued down the beach picking up various folks from the other resorts. We were already a few punches in when Lucas stopped the boat and said "dive here!" I was a little scared, but the water was crystal clear and it was hot so we jumped. Candi and I took off like little fish with our fins and snorkels splashing around and diving as far down as we could to see fish. We saw Pinfish and Zebra fish. I got scared a few times because the current was pulling me into the "shelf" area - you know the scene from Finding Nemo when the divers come up to them and capture Nemo? Behind him was all dark water with no end...a little too intense for tipsy Lacy. So after about 30 minutes in the water, we boarded the boat and headed for a quick beach tour. Everyone thought we were nuts because we were dancing all around the boat and singing.
When we got to the channel where we were going to dive for Conchs we were all in for a shock - the water was SO cold and the current was SO strong. I am quite certain we all swam out of our suits at one point or another. Also, my hair was RIDICULOUSLY tangled. I looked like I was giving small animals and birds shelter in my nest. Yikes - good thing we weren't trying to impress anyone! So I find a girl who is as good of a swimmer as me and I secretly challenged her to a conch diving contest. I was like a mermaid - diving down, snagging the well camouflaged conchs and delivering them back to the boat. She was right on my tail, one for one...I was SO annoyed but in the end I gave up and just enjoyed myself. I do think that was after I kicked her in the face under water...whoopsy, I guess I am competitive. We got back on the boat and Lucas was getting the Conchs out of the shell for us. On Turks and Caicos, conch is the local food. So, we made a conch ceviche right there on the boat! Talk about farm to fork! Then I cleaned my conch and viola! I have the perfect souvenir.
Next we were on Half Moon Bay feeding Rocky the Iguana. He was cute and a little slow, but ate right out of our hands! We parked for a while in Half Moon Bay to play in the water and drink more punch of course and that is when Marti took it to a WHOLE new level...we were pretending to be Ariel and doing the scene where she jumps out of the water and flips her hair...well we were all laughing and swimming around and Marti did it in deep water - Lucas was like "oh you did that wrong, you have to be in more shallow water" so Marti moved and tried again....she popped out of the water and it was perfect, until her "ladies" popped out of her bathing suit! I almost drowned from the gasp that came from my mouth. The guys thought they were so cleaver and were snickering boatside. Typical men. What is it with breasts?
Anyway, we made it back to the condo and took epic naps...I could barely pry myself out of the bed. So we showered, got ready and went down to Hemingway's AKA the local bar and had dinner. We have been waiting all week for the bonfire at Somerset on the beach tonight, so we go out to the beach and dance like natives around the fire. Everyone was watching, but we could have cared less! The girls smoked cigars and we drank more Turks beer. It was such a fun evening. Until "toothpick" girl showed up. She was about 90 pounds and was at least six feet tall. At one point we thought she was there with her fiance and family for a wedding, but we realized that the guys around her were all her BROTHERS! Weird, seriously weird. Anyway, we have so dazzling singers in our group, but this girl was hogging the mic! Wait, I failed to mention we turned the bonfire with DJ booth into a karaoke party, classic. So finally we started teasing her because she was like Kristen Wiig from SNL "Don't make me sing!" It was quite comical. We also learned a local dance giving monetary value to each side of a hip thrust. One cent, five cent, ten cent, DOLLAR! Who knew that a few front thrusts could buy you a round of drinks :)
The guys at the sign-in hut just told us to walk out to the beach and the boat would find us. I was really skeptical that we were going to actually catch the darn boat that I was scanning up and down the beach for our boat. I knew I wouldn't be able to miss it, but I had NO idea how true that was...
The boat arrived with blaring tropical music which immediately had us dancing on the sand. We were all giggling and were hoisted onto the boat with the help of two Island gentleman who promptly forced Rum Punch into all of our hands. It was a little before 9am, but when in Rome?
So we continued down the beach picking up various folks from the other resorts. We were already a few punches in when Lucas stopped the boat and said "dive here!" I was a little scared, but the water was crystal clear and it was hot so we jumped. Candi and I took off like little fish with our fins and snorkels splashing around and diving as far down as we could to see fish. We saw Pinfish and Zebra fish. I got scared a few times because the current was pulling me into the "shelf" area - you know the scene from Finding Nemo when the divers come up to them and capture Nemo? Behind him was all dark water with no end...a little too intense for tipsy Lacy. So after about 30 minutes in the water, we boarded the boat and headed for a quick beach tour. Everyone thought we were nuts because we were dancing all around the boat and singing.
When we got to the channel where we were going to dive for Conchs we were all in for a shock - the water was SO cold and the current was SO strong. I am quite certain we all swam out of our suits at one point or another. Also, my hair was RIDICULOUSLY tangled. I looked like I was giving small animals and birds shelter in my nest. Yikes - good thing we weren't trying to impress anyone! So I find a girl who is as good of a swimmer as me and I secretly challenged her to a conch diving contest. I was like a mermaid - diving down, snagging the well camouflaged conchs and delivering them back to the boat. She was right on my tail, one for one...I was SO annoyed but in the end I gave up and just enjoyed myself. I do think that was after I kicked her in the face under water...whoopsy, I guess I am competitive. We got back on the boat and Lucas was getting the Conchs out of the shell for us. On Turks and Caicos, conch is the local food. So, we made a conch ceviche right there on the boat! Talk about farm to fork! Then I cleaned my conch and viola! I have the perfect souvenir.
Next we were on Half Moon Bay feeding Rocky the Iguana. He was cute and a little slow, but ate right out of our hands! We parked for a while in Half Moon Bay to play in the water and drink more punch of course and that is when Marti took it to a WHOLE new level...we were pretending to be Ariel and doing the scene where she jumps out of the water and flips her hair...well we were all laughing and swimming around and Marti did it in deep water - Lucas was like "oh you did that wrong, you have to be in more shallow water" so Marti moved and tried again....she popped out of the water and it was perfect, until her "ladies" popped out of her bathing suit! I almost drowned from the gasp that came from my mouth. The guys thought they were so cleaver and were snickering boatside. Typical men. What is it with breasts?
Anyway, we made it back to the condo and took epic naps...I could barely pry myself out of the bed. So we showered, got ready and went down to Hemingway's AKA the local bar and had dinner. We have been waiting all week for the bonfire at Somerset on the beach tonight, so we go out to the beach and dance like natives around the fire. Everyone was watching, but we could have cared less! The girls smoked cigars and we drank more Turks beer. It was such a fun evening. Until "toothpick" girl showed up. She was about 90 pounds and was at least six feet tall. At one point we thought she was there with her fiance and family for a wedding, but we realized that the guys around her were all her BROTHERS! Weird, seriously weird. Anyway, we have so dazzling singers in our group, but this girl was hogging the mic! Wait, I failed to mention we turned the bonfire with DJ booth into a karaoke party, classic. So finally we started teasing her because she was like Kristen Wiig from SNL "Don't make me sing!" It was quite comical. We also learned a local dance giving monetary value to each side of a hip thrust. One cent, five cent, ten cent, DOLLAR! Who knew that a few front thrusts could buy you a round of drinks :)
Monday, January 9, 2012
Day Three: Shopping = Happiness
It is hard to get into the groove of a warm weather vacation when it is January where you live. Of course, tanned skin is a lot more taught than pasty skin so before we hit the sun I needed a little trip to the gym. I always forget that I don't have cable in my apartment in DC, so I was fortunate enough to get to experience the joy (ahem) of watching a Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon while on my treadmill. I am actually speechless in regards to the show and now remember why I don't have cable.
After the gym the four of us rented bikes to take a trip around our neighborhood, Grace Bay, and see the sites. Biking is the same and driving on the Island so we were expected to bike backwards as well. Also, the sand and salt don't do much for the bikes, and we are screeching and squealing down the road like little ducks headed to the water. We were in search of cigars for friends, and other mementos to bring home from the Island. We stopped into a cute shop and found a hat for Candi, and experienced the local style. They really appreciate and love Beyonce - just sayin.
Then, we just popped into a place that we thought was a pet shop, but it was actually a rescue shelter for puppies. Oh my goodness, the poor puppies were so sweet and snuggly! We considered doing a program they have called "puppy's day at the beach" where you can take the puppies to the beach and they give you a beach bag, snacks and toys and you just play with them all day! We couldn't bring ourselves to do it though because I would try to adopt them. The concept is amazing, one day when I am in a place that can have more than one dog, I will totally be up for it!
Tearing ourselves away from the puppies was hard, but our appetites got the best of us. We biked over to Pizza Pizza and got some piping hot pies and beers enjoying the sunshine. We spotted something quite evil shortly after - Jai, which is a duty free Island shop. Candi and I had been eyeing the Yurman rings, so we both were trying on and made a pact that we would both buy one! It was the most liberating purchase ever! I was certain that I deserved a gift for myself for all my hard work on my fall programs :) It is so beautiful, its two toned and roped.
The rest of the day was quite a blur, we just lounged at the pool and had yet another amazing dinner at Mango Reef Restaurant on the beach. We walked over and just listened to the waves crash on the beach. It was a beautiful night. I wish that the Squid was here to enjoy with me!
Tomorrow is SNORKELING!! Stay tuned.
After the gym the four of us rented bikes to take a trip around our neighborhood, Grace Bay, and see the sites. Biking is the same and driving on the Island so we were expected to bike backwards as well. Also, the sand and salt don't do much for the bikes, and we are screeching and squealing down the road like little ducks headed to the water. We were in search of cigars for friends, and other mementos to bring home from the Island. We stopped into a cute shop and found a hat for Candi, and experienced the local style. They really appreciate and love Beyonce - just sayin.
Then, we just popped into a place that we thought was a pet shop, but it was actually a rescue shelter for puppies. Oh my goodness, the poor puppies were so sweet and snuggly! We considered doing a program they have called "puppy's day at the beach" where you can take the puppies to the beach and they give you a beach bag, snacks and toys and you just play with them all day! We couldn't bring ourselves to do it though because I would try to adopt them. The concept is amazing, one day when I am in a place that can have more than one dog, I will totally be up for it!
Tearing ourselves away from the puppies was hard, but our appetites got the best of us. We biked over to Pizza Pizza and got some piping hot pies and beers enjoying the sunshine. We spotted something quite evil shortly after - Jai, which is a duty free Island shop. Candi and I had been eyeing the Yurman rings, so we both were trying on and made a pact that we would both buy one! It was the most liberating purchase ever! I was certain that I deserved a gift for myself for all my hard work on my fall programs :) It is so beautiful, its two toned and roped.
The rest of the day was quite a blur, we just lounged at the pool and had yet another amazing dinner at Mango Reef Restaurant on the beach. We walked over and just listened to the waves crash on the beach. It was a beautiful night. I wish that the Squid was here to enjoy with me!
Tomorrow is SNORKELING!! Stay tuned.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Day Two: Island Time
We awoke on day two ready for the Island. As DC locals, we are always looking in every new city for the perfect brunch. For some cities it is unattainable, for example brunch isn't that big on the West Coast, its just plain boring lunch. But considering we were "belongers" now, we found a general idea of where the best brunch place was for our needs. A) on the beach, and B) serving coffee and mimosas. Bay bistro was our final destination. That is when the fun began! We ordered lobster Benedict for a quite reasonable price. However Heidi eggs were not cooked all the way through. Now at any DC restaurant you would hear the waiter gasp, the record scratch and the chef would wisk to the table with a replacement. Well our situation went from bad to worse when Heidi had to wait 10 minutes to get the waitresses attention, Heidi asked if she could just heat the plate for a few seconds to make sure the egg was done, but after another 10 minutes the waitress came back with a whole new plate. Much to her dismay, the new eggs were also under cooked. So a theme began for the brunch - finally she gave up on it and we drank mimosas and plotted our afternoon.
The rest of the day was spent poolside trying to work on our January tans and catch up on reading the latest gossip. Candi had a magazine that had info on the Island - where the hot spots were, where to eat, what to do. It was a great go to guide for us to figure out the rest of the trip. It helped that the dark and stormy's flowed freely throughout the afternoon until it was time to go get ready and head down to Grace Bay Club.
To describe in a word what the Grace Bay Club is like, I will use serene. They had an incredible set up with cabanas, dark wood benches, fire pits and the motivation for happy hour, the Infinity bar. This bar was 90 feet long and jutted towards the Ocean with water and fire down the middle. It was quite a site! Also, the martinis were magnificent but SUPER pricey! So after a few, we switched to the local beer, Turks head. It was comparable to a miller lite, but you couldn't beat the price, two for 1! Also, they had coconut popcorn - this will become a summer time staple in DC I know! Now that we were starving for some dinner, we decided to take ourselves off the beach into a local restaurant, Lemon Cafe.
We weren't sure where Lemon Cafe was, so we decided to take a cab. On the Island cabs are a little expensive, but worth it in some situations. But we couldn't help but laugh when we turned a corner, rounded a cul-de-sac and ended in this charming little lot with ivy, low middle eastern style dining and gorgeous jewel toned pillows with white sheer drapes. I felt like I was in what I can only imagine would be Morocco or India. We made the decision to go with wine for dinner - we had plenty of cocktails already - so our fabulous waiter Chris brought it over for us and it was AMAZING! Poor Marti couldn't stop blowing her nose, and it was making us all laugh so hard because she did it so nonchalantly that it was more embarrassing for us that her! Of course that set off my snorting and we quickly became the entertainment for the night! The meal was so good - we opted for animals from the land since we already are overdoing it with the seafood. Lamb burgers!! So good. Next came the Hookah! It was so fun to just chat and we got a fruit minty flavor that was really good. We were unsure about the local rules about "grass" but Candi mustered up the nerve to at least ask, and Chris shot us down. He couldn't believe that the American girls were looking for some wacky tobacky. Hehe.
The rest of the day was spent poolside trying to work on our January tans and catch up on reading the latest gossip. Candi had a magazine that had info on the Island - where the hot spots were, where to eat, what to do. It was a great go to guide for us to figure out the rest of the trip. It helped that the dark and stormy's flowed freely throughout the afternoon until it was time to go get ready and head down to Grace Bay Club.
To describe in a word what the Grace Bay Club is like, I will use serene. They had an incredible set up with cabanas, dark wood benches, fire pits and the motivation for happy hour, the Infinity bar. This bar was 90 feet long and jutted towards the Ocean with water and fire down the middle. It was quite a site! Also, the martinis were magnificent but SUPER pricey! So after a few, we switched to the local beer, Turks head. It was comparable to a miller lite, but you couldn't beat the price, two for 1! Also, they had coconut popcorn - this will become a summer time staple in DC I know! Now that we were starving for some dinner, we decided to take ourselves off the beach into a local restaurant, Lemon Cafe.
We weren't sure where Lemon Cafe was, so we decided to take a cab. On the Island cabs are a little expensive, but worth it in some situations. But we couldn't help but laugh when we turned a corner, rounded a cul-de-sac and ended in this charming little lot with ivy, low middle eastern style dining and gorgeous jewel toned pillows with white sheer drapes. I felt like I was in what I can only imagine would be Morocco or India. We made the decision to go with wine for dinner - we had plenty of cocktails already - so our fabulous waiter Chris brought it over for us and it was AMAZING! Poor Marti couldn't stop blowing her nose, and it was making us all laugh so hard because she did it so nonchalantly that it was more embarrassing for us that her! Of course that set off my snorting and we quickly became the entertainment for the night! The meal was so good - we opted for animals from the land since we already are overdoing it with the seafood. Lamb burgers!! So good. Next came the Hookah! It was so fun to just chat and we got a fruit minty flavor that was really good. We were unsure about the local rules about "grass" but Candi mustered up the nerve to at least ask, and Chris shot us down. He couldn't believe that the American girls were looking for some wacky tobacky. Hehe.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Day One: Close to Belonging
Candica, Heidi, Marti and I met very early this morning at the airport because our flight was at 7am. Boy was I tired and my eyelids were heavy but once the girls got there my spirit was lifted! The flights were both on time and super easy and by 12:30pm we were on the Island. And that is when our journey truly began...
We breezed through customs where we learned the term "belongers." It is an interesting way to describe a local. So our mission is to be the belongers this week! Another thing we learned was that here on the Island they drive on the opposite side of the road...AND they have traffic circles which made all four of our heads spin. I mean all instincts tell you to look left then right, it is hard to push reset on your brain! But that is the point of a vacation, right?
Once at the hotel, we changed into our suits and headed down the beach. This island is incredible, powder white sand, crystal turquoise water and sunsets that will change your life. We went to The Palms for lunch and had such a great time. It was refreshing to be with three strong women who are all so dynamic, but that have so much in common! We then jumped into the infinity pool and got our first taste of the water...stick to bottles. We decided to head back a few hours later and much to surprise we ran into a man cutting coconuts on the beach! They were filled (of course) with the most delicious and cold coconut water. Talk about fresh! The kicker was that our friendly "belonger" added a shot of vodka to sweeten the beverage. Whoa, was it good. He must have known these girls love to drink and drink we did! Another thing you should know about our group is that we love to make new friends on the beach, in the pool, at meals, etc. One we got back to the hotel, some of the other guests wanted to know where our giant coconuts came from and when we ran into one couple later that night at our inaugural dinner at Hemingways, they called us the coconut girls...a nickname was born!
We split up into teams to tackle the important stuff - Heidi and Marti took off to experience the local grocery situation and Candi and I hit the beach! Once they returned from the venture with all the spoils of the island, I made some delicious dark and stormy's and we toasted to a fabulous vacation. More to come!
We breezed through customs where we learned the term "belongers." It is an interesting way to describe a local. So our mission is to be the belongers this week! Another thing we learned was that here on the Island they drive on the opposite side of the road...AND they have traffic circles which made all four of our heads spin. I mean all instincts tell you to look left then right, it is hard to push reset on your brain! But that is the point of a vacation, right?
Once at the hotel, we changed into our suits and headed down the beach. This island is incredible, powder white sand, crystal turquoise water and sunsets that will change your life. We went to The Palms for lunch and had such a great time. It was refreshing to be with three strong women who are all so dynamic, but that have so much in common! We then jumped into the infinity pool and got our first taste of the water...stick to bottles. We decided to head back a few hours later and much to surprise we ran into a man cutting coconuts on the beach! They were filled (of course) with the most delicious and cold coconut water. Talk about fresh! The kicker was that our friendly "belonger" added a shot of vodka to sweeten the beverage. Whoa, was it good. He must have known these girls love to drink and drink we did! Another thing you should know about our group is that we love to make new friends on the beach, in the pool, at meals, etc. One we got back to the hotel, some of the other guests wanted to know where our giant coconuts came from and when we ran into one couple later that night at our inaugural dinner at Hemingways, they called us the coconut girls...a nickname was born!
We split up into teams to tackle the important stuff - Heidi and Marti took off to experience the local grocery situation and Candi and I hit the beach! Once they returned from the venture with all the spoils of the island, I made some delicious dark and stormy's and we toasted to a fabulous vacation. More to come!
Friday, January 6, 2012
Sun and sand, only a day away...
| Turks and Caicos |
We leave early tomorrow morning to head to Turks and Caicos. I have heard so many amazing things about it, especially from two of my very favorite people who got married there! The beautiful beaches, crystal clear water, beach chairs...I think that is pretty much all I need. We are staying at a place within walking distance of the Gansevoort Hotel (we have been told that is where the celebs stay!) I will not disclose the location for fear that my mother will be on the next plane down. Seriously, she would do that. I think we are also going to test our beach hiking skills and do some exploring under the sea! My passport is secured, my bag is almost packed and I am ready to kick up my feet in 80 degree weather!
I hope to post a few pics while I am gone, but I can't make any promises, I plan to be on Island time all week. 2012 is looking pretty sweet.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
My dream becomes a reality...uh oh
Ah, Anthropologie. Your clothes, home goods and shoes enrich my life. The fact that you are always there when I am sad, excited or bored is so comforting to me. As I walked down the street in Old Town today, I saw that you have FINALLY put up your sign where the dilapidated Hallmark used to be, a happy reminder that you really are going to be just a half block away from where I work. I hear that you open on January 27th, how unfortunate since I will be away on work. I have no doubt you will welcome me with open arms the following week when I return. Please don't sell all the wonderful things you will have in store before I get there. I am a loyal customer and could suffer from a mental breakdown should that happen.
Yes everyone, I have an addiction. And this creates a problem considering I can literally trip into the new store opening on King Street while I go out for my morning coffee or lunch. This is a disaster, but maybe I will learn a little self control. I just have to share a few things that I am excited about that is in the new January catalog that I think the designers created just for me...no only if I looked like the model.Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Cold Weather + Single Tracking = Sad City Girl
Today is the coldest day so far in DC for the winter season. I love cold weather, boots, scarves, bundling up and of course snuggling. But not today. I had to be at work early because everyone else had other engagements and so I woke to a icy floor beneath my feet and a slight sore throat. Perfect. So I drag myself to the bathroom to start getting ready and the hot water takes three times as long to show itself. Then I pick the most inappropriate cold weather outfit (cute skirt, tights, sweater, boots) because I know it will look good for my colleagues that I have a meeting with later today. They don't have to know I spent all morning hovered over a space heater practically scalding my hands as I prayed for more heat to come through the tiny holes.
So then it was off to the Metro. Yesterday I chose to bike into work as sort of a " hello 2012, I can handle you" stance, but my body is mad as a junkyard dog and refusing to do anything productive today. Guess I am not going to be using my new Stroga pass this week. Anyway, I got onto the Blue line train and everything was swell. Well, other than a little child singing at the top of her lungs, which had I made the coffee like the Squid asked me to it might not have been so annoying. As I transferred at L'Enfant Plaza to the Yellow line, everything stopped - literally. Trains in both directions were single tracking. What a nightmare. So me and about 300 other folks are standing there bitching about the Metro system. Did they not just have two weeks of down time to get the trains in order? I mean come on people. Finally after what felt like an hour, the Huntington Train was on the track. It looked like a sardine can. People spilling out from every crevice. Arms, legs, bags - it was so ridiculous. That is when the shoving started...I was literally carried onto the train by several large women hollering to "get on the train!" A young timid gentleman asked if I needed to use the pole to secure my footing and I just said, "no worries, I don't think I am going anywhere." It was true.
Needless to say, I made it to work in one piece and learned more about the six strangers surrounding me than I ever expected to, or wanted to for that matter. However, I was toasty warm, ah the silver lining!
Living in a big city is great when you are on your own time, you can explore and maneuver at your own pace. Today Washington DC owned me. I would like my dignity back please and thank you.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
New year, new goals
Coming out of my New Years weekend haze - on Tuesday - I am faced with the yearly task of setting some goals for the New Year. They are typically always the same, to lose a unattainable number of pounds, to eat right and drink more water, save more money, volunteer more, etc. The list goes on and on. I have learned that those are things I should just do in general, these things should be a second nature to me. So instead of pledging my life away to things that I should already be doing, here is a list of new things I would like to accomplish for myself in 2012.
- Learn to use my new sewing machine and create a piece that Anthropologie wishes they could sell in their store.
- Have a better relationship with my dog. I know it sounds silly, but we could both use some quality time together. Over the holidays we both realized that we are stuck with one another. We have to get used to the harsh reality that he will never have thumbs so he can't help with dinner and I am never going to
- Find a place to live that sticks and let it grow on me. I have this really bad habit of moving cities every two years and completely changing my life to feel normal. What a ridiculous idea. I would really like to see how "domestic" looks on me.
- Challenge myself as often as possible. Whether it be riding my bike to work in 30 degree weather with 33 mph winds (this morning, not kidding), or taking on big tasks to reap big rewards. I need to kick it up a notch.
- Spend more time with the Squid. Just because you live with someone doesn't mean you are spending quality time together. Austin and I have had a wonderful 2012 so far, spending as much QT as we can. Its not all about laundry and cooking folks, we have to keep the romance alive!!
I think this list will do for now - of course my favorite is "travel every month" but didn't feel like it deserved a spot on the new and improved list.
2012, here I come!
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