Half way through my third decade…

Technically, I am still in my mid twenties which is just how I like things…in the middle. I don’t particularly care for summer or winter, I like autumn and spring. When it comes to my mattress, I prefer something not too firm and not too soft or my back begins to feel like an old woman. Oh and ice cream? No thank you…too icy and frozen yogurt is too creamy. I choose gelato every time if available. Right in the middle.
So here I am in the middle and loving every moment. I think I am supposed be more of an adult nowadays, but I certainly don’t feel like that. I guess if I actually felt old then I would be freaking out about each birthday. Good thing reality hasn’t had a chance to set in yet. Catch me if you can!
This birthday was exceptionally amazing. I am tempted to hack into thesauruses.com and type a laundry list of words that mean exceptionally amazing, but hopefully you can live without and feel joy through the screen of your tiny little window to the cyber world.
Part uno of my bday to rival all bdays was a small trip over the other side of the pond to an island you might have heard of…JAPAN! BAM! The bf and I boarded a plane at oh way too early o’clock a few days prior to the magical day of my birth to saunter over the Pacific and land safely in cherry blossom heaven. Tokyo was amazing. The city is MASSIVE. Think of New York City. Got it? Now multiply by 20 and you might be close to the size of Tokyo. We spent 5 days there and barely scratched the surface of what this fantastic place has to offer. It is hands down the cleanest place I have ever visited and home to the nicest people ever made. The food was interesting, but tasty nonetheless; however, there wasn’t as much sushi as you would think. I expected to be so over fish by the time we arrived back in the states, but the big to do over there is not the sush…it is the noodle caboodle. We both tried baby squid and just to save you some time, money and embarrassment from tossing your cookies in a fancy smancy eatery take my advice: skip it. Maybe adult squid is more up my alley, but that riddle will have to wait to be solved until the next trip. A photo montage for your viewing pleasure.

Part duex of my bday to rival all bdays was a super fun celebration with my VIPs attending the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in full on costume. Instead of attempting to describe the pure craziness of the night in my own words, I am going to take advantage of my bestie and allow her to tell you all about it. Click here to read all the dirty dets!

Pullman Yard

A few months ago, my dear Sil heard that there was some abandoned train yard hidden in downtown Atlanta. We fully intended on finding said yard at that time, but alas, life gets in your way and it is now APRIL. Sil had to work this weekend, so with bf in tow we ventured out on yet another adventure. Life is good.

Daniel used his amazeballs investigative skillz to track down the exact location of the yard and we were off! For those Atlantans reading, you can find the yard on the edge of Kirkwood just passed the Arizona Lofts. At first glance, I was a bit apprehensive of all the NO TRESSPASSING signs. After all, I am kinda a stickler for the rules. Onward we marched until we found a break in the chain link fence and barb wire where we easily squeezed through – thank god we are skinny.

And there it was.

We spent the next hour or so in awe of this amazing place that was completely abandoned. The main office was trashed, but still had big red Christmas bows on the ground surrounded by mounds of paperwork. The entire property is comprised of several buildings including the main, very large warehouse where we discovered an old Amtrak train that was awesome. It was completely graffited on the outside and we were tempted, but too scared to go inside. It looked as if the old train might have a newer occupant as we saw a couch, table and bottle of booze from the doorway. We decided we would save that for the next trip. The crumbling brick buildings were punctured with trees squeezing through the slightest crack and exploding on the other side, the glass windows have long been broken and leave light pouring through the side buildings while the main warehouse is graffited to the max, dark and haunting. The slightest breeze and you would hear things that gave you goosebumps simply from the huge, echoing rooms.

This place really was amazing and I am so glad we got in, got out and didn’t get caught. A photo montage for your viewing pleasure.

5 things that I would get if money was NO OPTION

I saw this on another blog this morning and am stealing it. No apologies.

1. Macbook ~ I cannot tell you how many times this little gem has appeared in my shopping cart on Bestbuy.com, the Apple store and mentally in my mind on a daily basis. I am literally one more glass of wine away from hitting the check out button.
2. A trip around the world with stops in: Fiji, Venice, Malta, Bali, Sydney, Venice, Singapore, Bangkok, Laos, Vietnam, Venice, The Seychelles, Joburg, Morocco, Egypt, Barcelona, Paris, Mykonos, Venice, London, Dublin and did I mention Venice? http://www.staralliance.com/en/booking/book-and-fly/#
3. A faboosh LAMB handbag that I cannot find anywhere besides ebay.
4. This to.die.for chair from Paris on Ponce. Seriously, who wants to give me $1400?
5. The entire Le Creuset enameled cast iron cookware line…in every color. When it comes to cooking there are a few rules I live by. I believe in garlic, I believe in cooking while drinking red wine, and I certainly believe that this gorg cookware adds a little magic to each dish and thus tastes like you truly are Betty Crocker. What would you buy today if money were no option?

Reunions are so pre-millennium

I have been a member of the RHS Class of 2002 Reunion group on fb.com for about a year or so now and I honestly do not know why. Here’s the deal kids: I really don’t see the point of class reunions for our generation anymore. Shocking, I know. I always thought I would be gung hoe to attend the big shin dig every 10 or so years because…gasp…I actually really enjoyed my high school experience. Seriously, I did. I loved high school so much that I actually CRIED when my parents were driving me up to college because I figured life just didn’t get better than good old Roswell High. Try to contain your laughter, please. Well, I certainly learned differently and while I will always have fond memories of high school I am now a tad apprehensive to jump on the whole reunion bandwagon deal.
I always thought the purpose of reunions was to reconnect with old friends, network and be nostalgic. Or see who got fat and bald. Whatevs. Well, nowa days with the advent of fb.com, I already know who got fat, knocked up and failed to graduate from college sooooooooo what’s the point? Ok ok, you say the point is to reconnect with old friends right? Well, again, with fb.com I am in touch with the people I want to be in touch with and have access readily available to those I might find interest in at some later point in time. So I just don’t see the point of the high school reunion anymore.
I guess that makes me a Debbie downer or cynical or just plain lame, but I really do not foresee myself shelling out the standard $75 for two drink tickets, bad buffet food, a cheesey DJ and embarrassing slideshow so me and the bf can talk to people we already talk to and avoid the ones we don’t.
I can safely say for certain: I am just too cool for school.