That’s how most guests will find this hostess, especially if they’re the first to arrive [looking at you Tra and Court – you are always right on time, which I *love*; if only I could find a way to be as punctual…]
I always prioritize the essential, can’t miss items on the to-do list first.
The food
The drinks
The decor
The music
That I often run out of time for things [I find] essential, just not as much so.
Pressing linen napkins
Dusting off the liquor bottles on the open shelving in my kitchen
Getting the playlist *just* right
Choosing my outfit and getting beautiful
This party I have had an Oprah-style “A-HA!” moment.
Do the stuff you deem less important first.
And I say this because…
The essential shit is always gonna get done. The extra stuff, maybe not so much…
It dawned on me yesterday:
Is the cake not gonna get made?
Is the food not going to be cooked?
Is the decor not going to be set u?
The answer to these questions is, obviously, “no.”
Might I:
Throw on a Pandora station I haven’t properly vetted?
Throw on an outfit I don’t love because I’m in a rush?
Put my hair back because I didn’t have time to coif it?
Fold up crinkled napkins that haven’t been ironed?
Be running around on party day trying to find and clean all the glassware and serving pieces?
These all fall on the continuum of “maybe” approaching “yes.”
So, this party, I’m switching it up. I’ve been editing my Pandora station with this party in mind for weeks. I will painstakingly choose my outfit tonight [I was gonna go with this beautiful sparkle dress from my friend Larissa – but after my KanJamming, Football catching, Frisbee tossing, Beer Ponging in the water antics – I don’t know if my bruised legs will allow for it…] I WILL —
I REPEAT
I WILL DO MY MAKEUP AT 6 P.M.
No excuses.
Complete “non-essential” essential tasks first. The actually essential ones will always get done.
16% battery life to spare off a charge from FRIDAY MORNING BITCHES! “Thas’ a chop.” – Derz #gottabefresh
#kendrick.
So, you (I think 49 now, thank you so much for peepin’ me peepz!) have be back from camping for the second time in a month…
…whatchuthinkboutthatyall?
We were at fiddlehead campground, and I’m gonna go ahead and just save you the trouble of google imaging it riiiiiight now because this place was balls to the wall, Jersey Shore/Netpunes in the Hamptons camping. That links to a video, that, literally must have been taken at like, the moment people got there. This place is nothing but tent on top of tent of drunk people pissing in a river, day-drinkingc Jager out of the bottle, in pursuit of recreational drugs and maybe even some sex…oh, and eating.
Yes:
It’s that amazing.
Yes:
It’s real.
Yes:
It’s only 3 short hours (without traffic) from Boston.
A little something, that, given in small doses, could refer to as:
AMAZING.
You pick up on screaming “SACO!” at the top of your lungs much, much quicker than one would expect. I barely have a voice. It’s really fun, and I’m not sure why. Probably aforementioned Jager. I belong at Saco about 1 weekend of every, let’s say, 10 years. Oh, I forgot to mention the crowd skews 20 and under. Yep.
Wait, hold on. This picture’s portrayal is way more accurate a portrayal than that video – you don’t even need to see the place to know that this about sums it up:
your caption here [@chis a li’l inside joke shout out from high school – that one stood the test of time, Action.]
Not as much of a success [yes, I fucked up so badly this weekend, that it makes the last trip a success #amitryingtofailatlifeordoesitjustcomenaturally?] as last time because I wound up hurting my friends’ feelings by being an idiot.
More on that when I get more than 2 hours of sleep.
I had a good li’l nugget to post but I had already forgotten it by the time I got to the blog post page #adhd #kendricklamar [hip hop lyrics for everything! #getemwhiletheyrehot #youknowmyhashtagsnevercooloff #imdone.]
xo
#gossipgirl.
#imaliar #sorry.
Also: before I forget, these are some posts I have been thinking about writing since there’s *SO* much to be said for both camping adventures. I’ve been attempting to Evernote them, but I’ve also been attempting this other thing [albeit unsuccessfully] called notbeingonmyfuckingiphoneeverysecondoftheday, especially when camping.
Well, that and I was too cheap to buy any warranty for my iPhone (I was going from no cell at all, to an iPhone – that’s shit’s expensive – enter reason I haven’t had a cell phone in 7 years). They cost too much. But alas, the hand of the market moves us all [as it should #capitalism]. I actually *did* improve on this trip; I was willing to sacrifice Instagramming EVERYAMAZINGTHINGISAW and Evernoting all my art, writing, and work ideas to have a relaxing, non-distracted weekend in the woods with friends. Little did I know, there’s no relaxing at Saco. It’s very much a party for sport situation.
I have to log my ideas when/where/how I can, because obviously, my brain works like the proverbial chicken. You know, the one with the chopped off head? I wonder if he was one of those two birds we’re always trying to kill…
Either way, short story long, I forgot what I was going to post in the time it took me to click the tab that said “WordPress” on it.
Also, the fact that this was intended to be a 10 word post, reflects the fact that blogging is perfect for me, since I never run out of things to say. Which, if you know me, makes you laugh because I *literally* don’t come up for air.
This weekend a new friend asked me how much Aderall I took because of my consistently high energy level, and I was all like:
Yo. This is me *NOT* on amphetamines. I can’t take that shit; my brain would fucking spray outta my earz.
#justsayin. I can’t believe I also used to drink a pot or two of coffee a day. I was even battier [possible, yes. scary, also, yes.]
Yeah of course medications like Aderall and Ritalin make your day better. When you take it, you’re basically on coke. And cocaine generally has the ability to make you feel like things are, how do you say, better. Can I get an:
A-DUH.
Alright, lemme make this list so I can remember these blog ideas.
Enter Taylor’s mind in:
[Sorry to those of you who thought you were already in there just by virtue of reading this blog – it gets WAY more intense… scary. I know.]
I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself
Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty
G. Killah 2006 (?)
I just wikipedia-ed the release date to see if I was right, and I was – I’m TOO good. This shit writes itself…
3 [you still have 2 more seconds to get the hell up outta here]
2 [fair warning]
1 [#justsayin – I am, after all, a #liar]…
….blast off into my brain!!!!!!1
Compare and contrast both camping trips:
Venue
Crowd
Preparation
Experience
Cost
Fun Level
Fails
Wins (in that order because on both trip the fails FAR outweighed [and when I say “far”, I mean “FAR”, as in muy, MUY lejos] (that’s how you say far in Spanish still right? Wait… do they consistently change their language or do I just forget how to speak in the longer I don’t use it?) Eh, we’ll never know… #eitherway)
That sentence was hard as shit to punctuate (ooh, maybe the first time I’ve used the word “punctuate” as a verb… felt good.)
Oh, and let’s not forget a post detailing how and why and where and when I hurt my friends.
Oh, and another one on self-defeating patterns of behavior.
Fails/win write up [see how much the scales actually tip.]
Camping Essentials [as well as camping NON-essentials… ya’ know – the majority of which I tend to pack…]
Recipes and Tips
That’s all I can think of for now, but I’m sure I’ve Evernoted a few more.
xo
the og sacho
#drank
[Lookin’ at you Miss “e” and one “l”. Thank you so much for accepting my apology – you are one of (if not the) the kindest, most admirable people I’ve ever met [am I still allowed to use the word “friend”?], and I am so grateful you came into my life. You’re one in a million I’d say. Maybe even two. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me and for telling me things I need to know, but don’t necessarily like to hear, and of course: listening, helping, teaching, inviting, etc. My life literally would not be the same had we not met, and for that I will always hold a debt of gratitude. If you don’t want to be friends anymore, and just didn’t have the heart to tell me, I completely understand and just want to thank you for all of your amazingness, in earnest, one more time – should that be the case. Oh, also, one last thing – if you don’t want to come to my birthday party and just want space from me in general I: a) completely understand b) could and would never hold it against you.]
one last kiss
xo
T
#GIRLS
OK. ::sound of brakes screeching:
I didn’t know which related articles would come up in the “related content” (hold on, if i don’t order something delivered to my door #rightnow before I forget, I will literally not have eaten in, like, 3 days. ENGINE HOUSE TO THE RESCUE! PIZZA! (Does anyone else get so distracted by their pursuits that they forget to eat… like constantly?)
Okay… buffalo chicken calzone and diet soda ordered for the perfect treatment of my emotional hangover of behavior. Now where were we? Oh, it’s just me? Come again? All the sane, normal people stopped reading, like 20, rambling stream of consciousness paragraphs ago? Oh okay cool. Thanks. No problem. #talkingtomyselfagain #ruhroh
I was saying that for the related articles at the bottom of this page, I usually just click a few to give you guys some new and/or interesting reading material from other blogs that seem readworthy (#writethatdown #youjustdid) – but these blow those ones out of the water. I have a whole post ready to go about how ADHD is kinda BS. And that’s coming from a “sufferer”. I didn’t realize there’s this whole situation with the guy and the death bed and stuff. #damn. Haven’t even read it yet but can’t WAIT. If only I could remember to come back and read it later… which will not happen. Let’s be real, here… the pizza’s been here for almost 30 minutes and I’m just editing and adding media away. Haven’t even opened the box. But I digress.
Obviously.
This post had some *really* interesting articles came up that I can’t wait to read! I don’t medicate my ADHD, because I’m all natural and like to use Cognitive Behavior Therapy/Acupuncture/Diet/Yoga/Juice to change my body/brain behavior when at all possible. I can live with ADHD, it’s just inconvenient as fuck. I suspect, however, that “amphetamine salts”, may not be something I can live with – not for as long as I plan/hope (thank you for my life, God!) to live, anyways. Cue RHOC’s Lydia (“You only live once [oh shit she’s a #yolochick too!], but if you work it right, once is enough”) (Let it be said that I googled this quote to make sure I got it right, and every blog has it misquoted. Typical idiot asshole hipster bloggers. UM and upon googling “RHOC Lydia opening you only live once” I came across 2 gems:
YOLO is actually, ACTUALLY her fucking catchphrase. At this point I’m thinking that there’s one tie that binds all the inhabitants of my YOLONATION (similar to Obama’s nation – just way cooler. all that yolo-ing, does, however, create massive, unpayable debt, so I guess they are more alike than I thought… hrm… #whompwhomp #havetogotherewhenican #sorryifyouhatemeformypolicits #donttakeitsoseriouslyifyoudo #srsly) and that is that they all have crazy moms.
Pizza’s here! And I have no damn pants on…
…as usual.
FACK!
One last thing I swear – for the zero of you that are still reading…
How in the hell did WordPress auto-generate a tag called “You Can Run But You Cannot Hide International”? I clicked it, because I added about 100 tags on this baby because it touches on a bit of everything [that’s what she said.]
I am prepping the kids and their dad and myself to embark on our collective first camping trip.
Let it be told, said camping area is less than a mile from our home. but still...
…there is a lot of shit to get together!What the hell are you people who do this on?
Is it just me or doesn’t this seem like quite the schlep? I am looking forward to hopefully experiencing this camping nirvana, where the prep seems worth it. I have faith it will be a really fun and peaceful experience for all of us…
…faith. Fake it ’til you make it, right?
In reality, what I should expect is the kids to refuse to sleep, which will keep Mike and I from hanging out and chilling like we think we’re going to [they’ll then undoubtedly wake up at around 4:45 in the morning].
I have to bike away from the camp site at 8:30 to do a tech rehearsal at the Salem Theatre Company, but am hoping that by the time I’m back around 10, the kids will be down for the count.
The menu for this evening includes grass fed sirloin, grilled carrots and thai jasmine rice. We plan to cook it on site, then bring it down to the beach and eat it there. For dessert, I made some corn free candy jellies for the kids. I may stop by Orange Leaf on my way home from tech to get us some fro-yo [because I would have to leave a camp site for dress rehearsal.]
In the morning, I have some granola to keep the kids busy while we wake up. I’ll prepare scrambled eggs with our leftover steak and serve that with a fruit salad of mango, blueberries, raspberries & strwaberries.
For beach lunch that day, I’ve packed hot dogs and gluten/soy/egg/dairy free pasta salad and said fruit salad.
I’m assuming that all I need to bring is:
my cast iron skillet (for eggs on the grill)
a mixing bowl (for scrambled eggs)
a magic blade knife (for anything)
plates
bowls
forks
spoons
napkins
wet wipes (in case you forgot about this Cam’ron gem)
some dish cloths
ooh! almost forgot – condiments (condom-mints….HA!) [sorry]
I can’t wait to compare my utopian idea of the next 24 hours to the reality.
Oh, and you can be sure I’ll be instagramming/DSLRing the whole mothafuckin’ thing; to share with you, of course!
Stay tuned this week for pics and stories of our first camping trip!
Wish me luck.
P.S. Don’t worry that my above list didn’t include tech. My boom cube, iPhone, iPad, kindle fire, fitbit, looxcie and iPod are all fully charged. So we’re good.
The “minutiae of life” (as if there is such a thing) can distract us. From life itself, ourselves.
The alarm needs snoozing, your body needs washing, teeth need brushing.
Breakfast needs cooking, kitchen needs cleaning, kids need watering.
The drudgery will be there when you get back. Leave it for a moment. Just one moment. You can do this, and so can I (most days | be gentle with yourself).
Each day the same. We start it alive, in the morning (unless we were living our life into the evening, which in that case, you may start less alive – possibly after noon – but alive nonetheless). True to the riddle of life, in this whirlwind we lose sight of ourselves, and sometimes our intention for the day.
Set your intention for the day. Don’t put it in your pocket (it could fall out). Don’t put it in your wallet (you could lose it – someone could even steal it!). Apply it like perfume. It will scent your day, and disappear just in time to apply it fresh tomorrow. Upon rising. At dawn!
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