Long time no see. Now that I have gotten a split second to exhale for the first time in a week, here I present all the wonderful pictures I took this weekend at Festival International de Louisiane (please note the extreme sarcasm). I have always generally failed at taking pictures of anything anywhere, let alone at an interesting event I will want to remember and share with others. I could venture to the moon and back ending up with nothing to show but a few pictures containing half faces and blurred nothingness.
Not only was I so busy this past week that I had to put the blog in time out, but I was even unsuccessful at documenting my weekend via enchanting photos to make up for it. Typical. This failure happened, embarrassingly enough, also due to
tequila technical difficulties. Unfortunately, I temporarily lost the ability to tell whether my Iphone camera was in picture or video mode, so I basically ended up with these photos below… and a bunch of three-second videos of me posing awkwardly waiting for a flash that never came. Lovely.
I also threw in a picture of the most peculiar Diet Coke box I have ever seen, and a picture of me after attempt to coloring my hair “dark red blond” flying solo. Should I stick to hiring the professionals? I feel a bit… little mermaid-ish.
- Festival International de Louisiane (25andfly.wordpress.com)
- Festival International de Louisiane in L (gulfscapes.wordpress.com)
Since the beginning of August 2011 I have been making a conscious effort to better my life, find new passions, learn things I thought I couldn’t, and live a little. Things I hadn’t been doing. What provoked this revelation of change? As Cliche as it sounds (don’t worry I am aware), it all started with a break up. I will give you a little back story. I will also try not to let it drag on, but I can’t make any promises.
Lets go back to 9-11-10. My friends L and P, who are one of the most rad couples I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, were engaged and planning a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. At the time, my best friend who I call Booger (maybe I will explain that one in a later post), had just moved away to start a new job. I met L and P through her and was disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to be my date for the occasion. I didn’t know really any of the other people attending aside from the merry couple. I convinced myself I’d have a miserable time and decided to skip out on the party. Then at the last minute, I pep talked myself into throwing on my best dress. Next thing I knew I was on my way to the trolley. You never know who you might meet, right?
Well… I met someone alright. Read the rest of this entry
A page from Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss
Upon pondering how I could introduce a bit more about myself in my second post without bombarding anyone with a full on autobiography full of rambling, I came across the above photo in my Iphone album. This book was sent to me by my Aunt Bambi as a congratulatory gift for graduating college in 2010. I actually forgot why I had even taken this picture until I read the selected quote. It made me smile to realize, even when I had no clue what I was going to do or what I wanted, I at least knew I wanted to get out there.. way out there. It also served as a decent intro for what I wanted to write about today as well. That’ll do pic, that’ll do. Read the rest of this entry