I definitely need some inspiration to get me through the day. I woke up this morning with amazing hair and make up that resembled Alice Cooper. My dear friend Ashly is in town from New York so her and I and my other old friend Dawn went to dinner at Gracias Madre, the new vegan restaurant in the Mission. I of course adore it but I have also been on the vegan eating trip lately, like I do every 6 months or so. After 5 days in LA and no gym time I have been working out every day and only eating non processed foods. Anyway I digress. After my yummy dinner I decided to pollute my system with cocktails and we went over to beauty bar which totes sucked. Ran into a few friends but was so on my way home, grandma style, at like 10.
Then it dawned on me it was soul night at the Make Out Room, and everyone knows I adore any and all soul nights. So we made our way the excruciating 3 long blocks (hey I was wearing super high heels) to listen to some good music. Long story short, I got there, and the music was good, and OF COURSE I ran in to the boy who broke my heart last year, and of course after he bought us a few drinks I had to yell at him for like two hours about how he needed to grow up, and of course he sat there and took it but just kept buying shots to possibly make it less painful, so of course I feel like dirt this AM. And I also feel like sometimes I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. But then again, I think that's what makes me, me. I guess I just tell it like it is.
Anyway I have been contemplating this for months now, but last night, the earlier mentioned boy that I yelled at for two hours, told me how bummed he was because some people he knew were saying all this crazy stuff about me and my ex husband...things that were totally untrue and completely taken out of context; that paired with the fact that every boy I have had the pleasure of meeting lately either dated one of my friends or I dated one of his...makes me completely ready to leave San Francisco. It's just getting too small here and I feel as if I can't breathe or move around with-out running into someone or something that is somehow connected to my life in some way, shape or form. Plus I may die single here, which might not be such a bad thing as boys generally are tedious and often smell funny. Anyway, I have been contemplating cities. NY is out because it gives me anxiety. Brooklyn is on the table. I had such a good time in LA, although I pretend to hate it there, but I think its an option. Also I think about Marin or the country and I think YES, that's where I will go, but then I try to imagine what I would do for work and that dream goes out the window. So I'm gonna let it simmer for a bit, look for some investors and figure out where to open the next BellJar. I'm leaning towards LA. I kinda need some sun in my life.
I definitely need some inspiration to get me through the day. I woke up this morning with amazing hair and make up that resembled Alice Cooper. My dear friend Ashly is in town from New York so her and I and my other old friend Dawn went to dinner at Gracias Madre, the new vegan restaurant in the Mission. I of course adore it but I have also been on the vegan eating trip lately, like I do every 6 months or so. After 5 days in LA and no gym time I have been working out every day and only eating non processed foods. Anyway I digress. After my yummy dinner I decided to pollute my system with cocktails and we went over to beauty bar which totes sucked. Ran into a few friends but was so on my way home, grandma style, at like 10.
Then it dawned on me it was soul night at the Make Out Room, and everyone knows I adore any and all soul nights. So we made our way the excruciating 3 long blocks (hey I was wearing super high heels) to listen to some good music. Long story short, I got there, and the music was good, and OF COURSE I ran in to the boy who broke my heart last year, and of course after he bought us a few drinks I had to yell at him for like two hours about how he needed to grow up, and of course he sat there and took it but just kept buying shots to possibly make it less painful, so of course I feel like dirt this AM. And I also feel like sometimes I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. But then again, I think that's what makes me, me. I guess I just tell it like it is.
Anyway I have been contemplating this for months now, but last night, the earlier mentioned boy that I yelled at for two hours, told me how bummed he was because some people he knew were saying all this crazy stuff about me and my ex husband...things that were totally untrue and completely taken out of context; that paired with the fact that every boy I have had the pleasure of meeting lately either dated one of my friends or I dated one of his...makes me completely ready to leave San Francisco. It's just getting too small here and I feel as if I can't breathe or move around with-out running into someone or something that is somehow connected to my life in some way, shape or form. Plus I may die single here, which might not be such a bad thing as boys generally are tedious and often smell funny. Anyway, I have been contemplating cities. NY is out because it gives me anxiety. Brooklyn is on the table. I had such a good time in LA, although I pretend to hate it there, but I think its an option. Also I think about Marin or the country and I think YES, that's where I will go, but then I try to imagine what I would do for work and that dream goes out the window. So I'm gonna let it simmer for a bit, look for some investors and figure out where to open the next BellJar. I'm leaning towards LA. I kinda need some sun in my life.
