Vegas or Bust

You've only got one life to live, so you might as well live it up right!

Last minute plans to Vegas are a GO this New Year's Eve. I've decided to hop a plane and get the heck out of San Francisco. Why you may ask? Well, there are several reasons...

1. It's the end of a decade, why not spend it in one of the sexiest cities on the planet?

2. I have nothing going for me in SF tonight anyways. Really, clouds and rain have no appeal after a decade of fear and false promises. Show me the Sun.

3. Champagne in Sin City is way better than champagne in San Francisco. Hands down.

4. Being the single girl that I am, why not rock it while I'm young? I mean seriously, if I could have it my way I would have spent it with someone in particular but that person was unfortunately not mutually responsive. So I'm outtie 5000. Form a line for a kiss at midnight.

And finally...

5. Spontaneity is the key to living a long and fulfilling life. Without a little fear and fun you aren't gonna get very far. Or at least, not have any good stories to tell your grand kids.

Crazy thing is, I can't bring any luggage with me. I'll not only be wearing the party dress on the plane there, but most likely on the way back as well. That is, if I can keep the dress on. I'll keep you posted.

Resolutions

I don't believe in them. In my personal opinion, they are the perfect opportunity for people to idealistically theorize their life in a new and changed way, but usually the work involved in that new life is one that is daunting and, surprise surprise, is work that never actually gets done.

Take for example, the classic resolution of working out/getting healthy/getting in shape. Oh it sounds good, it really does. You hang your bikini up on your refrigerator. You place a picture of your "fat" self on the mirror and every morning stare at it in hopes you will lose the last 25 pounds you've gained by being lazy. Hell you'll even hit the gym a few times that first week, all excited and ready to sweat off those unwanted love handles.

And then it hits you like a ton of bricks. You're sore. You're tired. You're hungry. Salads taste like rabbit food. The pounds don't miraculously fall off. WTF.

Now folks, this is where it counts. This is where you have to dig deep and actually JUST DO IT. I know, I know, classic Nike cliche but seriously. Keep going. Don't give up. You WILL see results. Just get your little (or big) a** to that gym. If you want some really great inspiration I recommend this blog http://slowmiles.wordpress.com/ to get your butt moving...

My motto: The harder you work, the harder you get to play.

Tick Tock

I have zero tolerance for individuals who say they are going to do something or be somewhere and they flake or are extremely late. I don't have a problem with someone changing plans on me, that's life. I DO have a problem when friends casually dismiss plans. It shows a blatant lack of disrespect not only for the other person but also for the time at hand.

Please don't waste my time. Please show respect for others and their use of time. And if need be, cancel plans instead of being passive aggressive. Oh and lastly, please be aware of how lame you are. Thank you and good evening.

'Tis the Season

Another year and I've survived the slew of proposals and engagements that ridden the holiday season. This year's count: 4 proposals, 3 break ups, 2 affairs and for lack of a better saying, one bun in the oven. If there's anything worse than the holiday season in general, it's the sheer velocity of relationship chaos that reigns at the New Year.

I'm at that age where proposals matter. It's on the agenda of most of my friend's social calendars. Here's a typical day in the life of a 20-something woman:

8am Starbucks Run & First Bestie Call of the Day

9am Work work work

10am 2nd Bestie Call, Meeting with Boss, Flirt with new co-worker/intern/barista/fedex guy

11am Peruse match.com and hope your ex isn't in your top 5 matches

Noon Lunch and small talk with cute guy in line at the deli

1pm 3rd Call to Bestie before staring blindly at your co-workers new engagement ring

2pm Spend afternoon planning your own wedding which is no where near happening all because your co-worker got engaged

5pm Call it a day, head to the gym

6pm Think your thighs are huge the entire time you are at gym, miss eye contact with hottie at the free weights

7pm Eat a pint of ben & jerry's

8pm Last call to the Bestie, Facebook stalk your exes and wonder why they have moved on and you can't find That Great Guy yet

10pm Receive text from your latest hook up...consider it even though he's not Mr. Right

Yea I know, great right? Most women blindly spend their time wishing they were something they aren't or used to be. A friend gets engaged and a woman starts to wonder why she's not. As everyone around you starts to take the plunge, you begin to question your ability to not only entice but to maintain a long term relationship.

My only solution? Money may not buy me a boyfriend but it sure as hell buys me a kickass diamond.

A Rare Event

A blue moon is the second full moon in one month and it only happens once every two years. This year, there's a blue moon on New Year's Eve, which hasn't happened for 20 years.

Cheers!

Pic Courtesy Blue Moon Brewing

When I Can I Stop Pretending I Like Dogs?

I have a dog. She's a Pug. Her name's Zoey. Super cute, super fat and a sweetheart. She sees me and gets all excited, wagging her little tail in anticipation of acknowledgement. She brings me toys to play with her, cuddles with me at night and is relatively a really good dog.

The thing is, I can't stand owning a dog. There. I said it.

My apartment is fantastic: hardwood floors, bay views and original molding. I even have the original fireplace (sadly not working) in my bedroom. But unfortunately my apartment is covered in dog hair. So are most of my clothes. It's everywhere. You know that crappy tinsel stuff at Christmas? The stuff that just NEVER seems to disappear long after the tree has been thrown on the street for the garbage man to pick up? Yea, dog hair is like that stuff. I vacuum weekly and de-hair daily but it doesn't make a difference.

I got Zoey because The Ex had a Pug as well. We were playing house, the whole White Picket Fence game and we got Zoey to keep Merlin company while The Ex and I were at work during the day. You should have seen us. Actually, I'm somewhat impressed with my domestication skills at this time. So anyways, The Ex and I broke up AFTER moving to San Francisco where yards are unheard of. Crap.

So now I'm stuck with her. If Zoey was my child, she'd be in therapy for my blatant lack of love.

Double Fisting

The source of all my problems.