Viva Las Vegas

September 29, 2012 at 11:55 pm (Relationships, Travel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Last weekend I was flown to Las Vegas by a friend for his 50th birthday party. Now previously I have only been to Las Vegas for trade shows and a short lived wedding of a relative (we shall not discuss here).

Beautiful rooms at the Golden Nugget awaited us as we all flew in from various locals in California. My bff bought herself a ticket from Phoenix and joined me there. Can’t waste a great room on just me right? So I spent Friday whizzing down the pool slide through the shark tank and generally relaxing after the town car ride in from the airport. I have noticed that although they do not post sale signs most large hotels and resorts usually have a pretty good markdown section if you ask about it and I did. I bought a tiny silk tank in peach with beaded straps for $25 marked down from $88. A classic score I will wear often.

Around 9:00pm my friend arrived and we headed out to hit up a dance club. A short stroll through the 80’s on Fremont street and we decided to try out the Gold Diggers club in the hotel. We danced the night away with many partners and a few too many tequilas and magically made it back to the room. Lesson; don’t drink while traveling…expensive, dangerous and a hangover is not nearly as much fun as Bradley Cooper makes it out to be. We did not marry anyone, steal a cop car or find a tiger in the bathroom…thankfully since we were in need of our bathroom…often…

Saturday night was my friend’s birthday dinner and I barely made it there still not sure if I could even eat the delicious food laced before me at Del Frisco’s. Thankfully the company was so charming and the food so delicious I came out feeling 95% better. By late evening my bff had recovered sufficiently for us to tour Fremont Street, see the neon museum and gag at the mere thought of alcohol…we are amateurs for sure. Not drinkers so we don’t have the sense to know when to stop or even what to drink…So we don’t. We met up with some Aussies who were in pink boa trimmed cowboy hats and pink shirts who went on about “roasting” and I don’t think they meant a piece of beef **wink wink. I think it may have referred to a sandwich of some sort…

Come Sunday and most everyone headed home while we hopped on the bus and headed to the strip to our final night’s destination…the Motel 6 on E. Tropicana. 2.5 miles from McCarron airport we thought since we had 6:00am flights back to our towns this would be a good choice…and mostly it was.

Lunch at Hooters and we were ready to check in. Whoaoaoa whoa whoa what have they done to the rooms? Judy Jetson must have been the interior designer! The shower we renamed hot-shower-time-machine, and the flat screen TV gave the whole place a “modern” feel. Hey $45 across from the MGM and we felt pretty smug. Dropped off our backpacks and headed to the strip.  After seeing a few characters from Venice Beach transplanted to the strip we moved on through the MGM and out in the bright daylight on Sin City. We found our Holy Grail in the form of an area which housed Prada, Gucci, and Mastros as well as a Kiki, a Pucci and Louis Vuitton. Several hikes through these retailers of quality and refinement left us famished. We dined at Mastros on lobster mashed potatoes (amazing) and fresh crab gnocchi (unbelievable) and a salad of a soft Italian cheese with heirloom tomatoes and fresh basil with a basalmic reduction and olive oil. A stroll back and we were ready for the icy swimming pool.

Bff’s flight left on time but, mine did not. Three times mine did not due to fog here in Sunny Diego. The upside is I sat next to the most handsome man on the plane. A very good end to a delightful fun weekend.


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What I do versus what others think I do…

September 14, 2012 at 9:03 pm (Art, Letting go, Relationships, Sailing) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


My typical day starts with waking up to late to get an early start and too early to get a late start…

I check my wall board calendar and prioritize the many things which clamor for my attention. I am in the middle of creating jewelry collections for some upcoming events and appointments as well as helping my antique parents manage their lives. I am single by choice because at this point it just makes sense. I have enough on my plate and poolenty of responsibility without wondering if I am spending enough time with w partner to make them feel loved. I know many of my friends dont “get it” but, hey I rarely ask others permission before I choose my own path in life…but again I digress.

So after strategically mapping out the day I get busy on the many piles from yesterday…or I go sailing. The latter not often enough, the former seem to keep growing!

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Wilfred…and the meaning of Life.

September 10, 2012 at 2:12 am (Uncategorized)

The comic genius that is Jason Gann as Wilfred the sh*t talking, pot smoking, philosopher dog continues to boggle the mind.

Wilfred teaches us to see ourselves outside the box in fact so far outside that the box does not even exist.

Last night I introduced my son to Wilfred via the season 1 dvds from Netflix. He was hesitant and thought it would be dumb. Finally last night he agreed to watch a couple of episodes with me…he was boggle from the first five minutes. I went to bed after 3 episodes and he was up into the wee hours watching more and more of Wilfred and his forced intervention into Ryan’s (Elijah Wood) life. I don’t think Sonny will ever be the same after Wilfred.

The pure comic, laconic genius that is the character of Wilfred is unexpected and yet much needed in our overbooked, confused culture.

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Things I learned about Myself over the Summer

September 10, 2012 at 1:34 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

ImageThis summer began early for me as I was learning to sail from Spring on…every beautiful day was a call to the water. I quickly realized that I was able to quiet the many voices competing for space in my head while I was busy tacking, trimming sails and avoiding wandering kayakers in my path. The hours spent on the water were equal to days of vacation in allowing me to see things from a more relaxed point of view.

When we faced a challenge on the water we were up to it and conquered our self doubts and fears. When you or your craft is in danger you must make a decision early and confidently. Hesitation leads to disaster. Learning to trust your own ability is key to becoming a good sailor. Ability comes from proper training, reading the laws and functions of your craft and practice, practice, practice. 

The funny part is all I really wanted to do was learn to sail for pleasure but, it has become so much more. It has literally changed my life for the better. The self confidence and sense of accomplishment have been key in my making decisions in my personal and business life. I could never have seen the far reaching consequences of a weekend course in sailing. Many friends ask me what kind of boat do I want or have  bought one yet? I have no idea what type of sailboat I want as I am still trying them on for size and speed and use. Maybe I won’t buy one at all but, just rent whatever type I’m feeling like each time?

I learned that “taken aback” was what happened to us near the bridge and it is a nautical term. I have learned how to prevent that in the future. I have also learned how to stall a sailboat in high winds for safety.

All this has helped me get my bearings in jewelry and know what distance goal I will set my sights on for the next year. I learned that most women who are on sailboats aren’t sailors but rather passengers and being able to crew adds to my value when invited out on a boat.

I learned my friendship is strong enough to bark orders when important and they will be respected as I respect another skipper barking orders to me.

All in all it has been a very good summer.

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