Mid-Week Musings and a West Coast Visitor

Longest title ever, am I right?

Anyway, I woke up this morning and without even opening my eyes, I dressed for work. Satisfied with the outfit I was wearing, I looked in the mirror before leaving and realized I look like a TOTAL hipster. I’m starting to realize that in all my jest about hipsters, I might be actually turning into one myself. Shit. Someone hand me a guitar, right meow.

Don’t worry, I added a special hipster-esque filter to give it the full effect. Also, do you know how freaking hard it is to get a full body picture when you’re 5’8″ and have T-Rex arms? Not an easy task, my friends. Not an easy task!

Today is Thursday! That means that my best friend from Washington (State) is flying in today! Kristina and I have known each other since our middle school days back when I lived out on the West Coast. We bonded over a shared love of all things *NSYNC, soccer, and ice cream…but mostly just the *NSYNC thing.

We’ve been able to stay in touch over the past 10 (holy cow!) years and still get to see each other on occasion, for instance when I have a 7 hour layover in Seattle on my way to Hawaii! This will be Kristina’s first time visiting me in DC and I plan to show her all the sights! And by the sights, I mean, we’re going to nom on some burgers from Good Stuff Eatery, eat FroYo, and drink lots of margaritas. Sensing a theme here?

If we find time, we’re also going to hit up a DC United game. Why? 1) We both love soccer! and 2) they’re playing the Seattle Sounders!!! Kristina is a die-hard Sounders fan and I used to go to games before they were even an MLS team. I even bought this sweet jersey for the special occasion:

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Random factoid about me: Although I’ve lived on the east coast most of my life, almost all of my sports team loyalties (except Penn State) lie on the west coast. Go Sounders! Go Seahawks! Go Mariners!

Do you have any weird sports-team loyalties?

Aloha au ia ‘oe, Hawaii

Aloha from Hawaii!

The last few days have been quite a whirlwind adventure for me. In fact, it’s Wednesday morning and I’m pretty sure that I’m just now starting to recover from my jet-lag. The 6 hour time difference is a killer. But it’s totally worth it!

Seriously, you can’t even tell me that’s not worth it!

Let’s start at the beginning. My trip began with a long flight from DC to Seattle where I had a 7 hour layover which allowed me the chance to see Kristina, my best friend from middle school. I only get to see Kristina on rare occasions, so I jumped at the chance to have a long layover in my old stomping grounds.

We went to Salmon Days, which is an arts festival that I used to go to every year when I lived there. Talk about nostalgia! By the time I landed, I had already been up for 12 hours without food and was ravenous. Luckily, we happened across the Issaquah Brewhouse where we enjoyed burgers and beers at noon. Don’t judge!

I wish I had gotten to spend more time, but alas Hawaii was calling my name! I hopped back on the plane filled with good food and good beer, and slept through the next 5 hours. [sidenote: sleeping on an airplane is awesome, it’s like teleportation!]

My trip to Hawaii began something like this:

Are you not surprised? Come on!

This was insanely cool. The best part about it was that on the plane ride to 14,000 feet, you could see the entire island of Oahu and the adjacent island (sorry, I don’t know which one that is) too. I guess the whole tumbling-towards-earth-at-a-soul-crushing-120mph part wasn’t so shabby either. Glad my parachute deployed…what a rush!

There’s been an abundance of sunshine since I arrived which is such a nice break from that relentless rain that was happening back at home. I’ve spent most of my time on the beach (don’t mind if I do), and so far my only physical activity has come from a hike up Diamond Head, where only <sarcasm> the most serious of hikers venture </sarcasm>. No, but really, there were 80 year old grandmothers and tourists wearing flip flops doing this hike, so I can barely even classify it as a work-out.

However, the views were amazing and definitely worth battling all of the tourists for.

Hawaii is such a unique place. It is distinctly American, yet has this great culture all its own. Downtown Waikiki may be the only place you can pass by a luau going on right next to a Buffalo Wild Wings. I appreciate Hawaii for holding on strong to its roots. I actually keep forgetting that I’m still in America (until I look up and there’s a PF Changs on one corner and a Red Lobster on another), it’s weird to think that these little islands in the middle of the south Pacific are actually part of my country. It’s paradise and I don’t even need a passport to get here!

Today, Molly has to go to work and is leaving me to fend for myself. If I don’t get lost it will be a miracle. Although, I could think of worst places to lose my way.

More updates to come!