Wow, it's been a crazy weekend! I did some traveling! Down to Virginia Beach for the wedding of the resplendent Shannon Jennings.
Here's what I've been thankful for the past 3 days:
Friday, November 8th:
Central heating. Plain and simple; no explanation necessary. It cold.
Saturday, November 9th:
Road tripping! Obviously, as road trips fall into the "travel" category, I tend to love them - especially when they are shared with joyous friends. Brian Vu is a joyous conversationalist AND has great taste in music. Having my own personal DJ along for the ride makes 4 hours seem like nothing.
I'm particularly thankful for travel in the form of the road trip because you can bring whatever. you. want.
I mostly travel by plane, train or bus these days and am limited to my one little carry-on and a personal item, so I've gotten very good at whittling things down. Shoes, toothbrush, music, dress. That's my checklist and I can survive pretty much anywhere with those four things.
THUS, when your suitcase transforms from a 45-linear inch carry on to YOUR WHOLE CAR. Things get exciting. This weekend, I travelled with scissors, cheese, bagels, tape, wrapping paper, a heavy winter coat, a jacket, a light sweater, 3 pairs of shoes, 4 different hair brushes, 5 books (I read 3 pages of one), an assortment of fruit, and MORE. It was splendid.
I was thankful for where this particular road trip led: a beautiful wedding of a dear, dear friend, and an old home to HEAR a dear, dear friend rock the shit out of some Rossini. #blessed
(If you find the cursing and hashtags offensive, I will refer you to the fact that I spent the weekend with Mr. Vu. Nothing to be done for it).
And finally TODAY, November 10th:
I am thankful for the artist Katy Perry.
Katy Perry's lyrics are not exactly...intelligent and her music is simplistic (but catchy) at best. I'm not going to go into a full theoretical analysis of it or anything because I think you'd all mostly agree.
Nevertheless - as I love all, no, most pop music - I love Katy Perry. I love Katy Perry more than a lot of artists though because she is true to herself. Her lyrics may not be life altering. They're mostly cheesy, in fact. But I'm pretty sure she doesn't care. And I'm pretty sure she's still rich anyways. I'm also pretty sure she gets criticized. A lot. How could she not be? But she just keeps on writing her music about girl power and young love and mistakes and she keeps preaching her message of empowerment and people listen to it.
The world needs these kinds of messages in the most simplistic terms, after all.
So no, Katy, I have never felt like a plastic bag drifting through the wind. But thank you for reminding me that I'm a firework. Because...I mean, duh.
Here's what I've been thankful for the past 3 days:
Friday, November 8th:
Central heating. Plain and simple; no explanation necessary. It cold.
Saturday, November 9th:
Road tripping! Obviously, as road trips fall into the "travel" category, I tend to love them - especially when they are shared with joyous friends. Brian Vu is a joyous conversationalist AND has great taste in music. Having my own personal DJ along for the ride makes 4 hours seem like nothing.
I'm particularly thankful for travel in the form of the road trip because you can bring whatever. you. want.
I mostly travel by plane, train or bus these days and am limited to my one little carry-on and a personal item, so I've gotten very good at whittling things down. Shoes, toothbrush, music, dress. That's my checklist and I can survive pretty much anywhere with those four things.
THUS, when your suitcase transforms from a 45-linear inch carry on to YOUR WHOLE CAR. Things get exciting. This weekend, I travelled with scissors, cheese, bagels, tape, wrapping paper, a heavy winter coat, a jacket, a light sweater, 3 pairs of shoes, 4 different hair brushes, 5 books (I read 3 pages of one), an assortment of fruit, and MORE. It was splendid.
I was thankful for where this particular road trip led: a beautiful wedding of a dear, dear friend, and an old home to HEAR a dear, dear friend rock the shit out of some Rossini. #blessed
(If you find the cursing and hashtags offensive, I will refer you to the fact that I spent the weekend with Mr. Vu. Nothing to be done for it).
And finally TODAY, November 10th:
I am thankful for the artist Katy Perry.
Katy Perry's lyrics are not exactly...intelligent and her music is simplistic (but catchy) at best. I'm not going to go into a full theoretical analysis of it or anything because I think you'd all mostly agree.
Nevertheless - as I love all, no, most pop music - I love Katy Perry. I love Katy Perry more than a lot of artists though because she is true to herself. Her lyrics may not be life altering. They're mostly cheesy, in fact. But I'm pretty sure she doesn't care. And I'm pretty sure she's still rich anyways. I'm also pretty sure she gets criticized. A lot. How could she not be? But she just keeps on writing her music about girl power and young love and mistakes and she keeps preaching her message of empowerment and people listen to it.
The world needs these kinds of messages in the most simplistic terms, after all.
So no, Katy, I have never felt like a plastic bag drifting through the wind. But thank you for reminding me that I'm a firework. Because...I mean, duh.
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