Never Trust Thai Flavoured snacks...

Oh America. You hussy.  Once again I was lured into your bosom with the promise of a fun night out and zero adult responsibility.

Hopped into my BMW X1 loaner (mine had been recently assaulted in a Costco parking lot by a crazy woman with a mouth on her like a truck logger) and pointed it south. 

Gassing up somewhere near the exit to Camano island the 60+ couple in line behind me were having the strangest conversation:
"Well, honey, I don't really trust snacks that are Thai flavoured". 
I turned around and there was a leather cap, pants and vest (no shirt!!) wearing 70 year old, as well as his white haired wife, all 300+ pounds of her (layers of arm skin and wrinkles) all trussed up like a Sunday chicken in a dirty white lace bustier.

"Snack stop enroute to Pride"? was my question. 
His reply: "Absolutely toots. Want to join us in a threesome, you are awfully young and cute".
I could not stop laughing...

2.5 hours later Seattle was in my windscreen .  The night just got more amazing and stranger after that.

Best Self? Am I there yet?

Taking steps to be a "better" me.  

Going to bed earlier (still working on that one)

Eat better - have that covered. 

Stop the loop of negative self-effacing bullshit that is on repeat in my head  ( working on that one too)

Get outside more   

Laugh more

Visit friends with friends

Love harder 

Be unapologetically vulnerable.  

VULNERABLE. That's right.  

Patience

An asteroid sails by closer to earth than the moon in its elliptical orbit.
Near miss they say.  30 minutes away they say.

But all I can think of is you today.  
You officially trump near-miss asteroids.

How did this happen?


xxo

Very Good Girl

Is not afraid of a little rain

Always has her camera on hand

Believes one should always play “dress up”

Practices good grammar

Sends you a postcard when you least expect it, but need it the most

Has an appetite for adventure

Practices her penmanship

A carefully placed word can make her entire day

Is not swayed by brand names but appreciates style & quality

Less is more, however, often to her detriment, more is what she wants.

So, I'm not.

If I'm nothing to you, 
then I'm not.
And if this doesn't feel like anything to you,
it isn't.

Unfortunately, 
it is to me.

One word and I would eagerly wrap my adoration around you
I reveal my intentions with great hesitation

I don't feel like anything to you
so,  I'm not

ob·ses·sion

NOUN

əbˈseSHən/

1.    1. The state of being obsessed with someone or something. "She cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

Ok.  If pressed, I will admit it.

I have a bit of a soft spot for 60 garage / pop / mod bands. 

My current unhealthy obsession is for a band out of Ireland (damn you Irish men) out of Cavan.  The Strypes. 

Not old enough to saddle up to the bar and buy a drink, but let me tell you.  You will THANK me for introducing you to them. 

I guess it does not hurt to be signed by Sir Elton John's  Rocket Music Management Co.  (way to go boys!). Since then, they've signed to Mercury Records, supported Paul Weller, and had Noel Gallagher come to see them on their first proper UK tour.  Next up North America!   But what floors me the most, is that they young lads are only 6 (SIX!) years older than my daughter.  My daughter! 

So, I pulled her gap-clad stripy legs up to the computer this morning.. and said “here you go honey.  THESE are who you need to listen to.  THESE boys.. These are the posters I want to see on your wall”.

Their instrumentals are tight.  Gorgeous hair. They are perfectly styled in their skinny jeans and Ben Sherman apparel.  Their sound is bordering on perfection.  They are polite, well-spoken and adorable.  And playing Seattle / Portland / SFO soon.  Who’s with me?

http://youtu.be/gZb8nEemK2k

major faux pas

Be Distance

Be Cool

Be Aloof.

He is the opposite of everything I think I like/want/need.  
I know I can never have him. Which makes it so much worse/better

Fuck that. I miss him. He is pretty amazing.

I'll take it.