My Best Friend Lives in Boston

This is Kate.

Kate

This photo was shamelessly stolen from Kate’s Facebook.

Kate is my best friend. We met in college, roomed together for two years and tried to spend every waking moment together. Our friends knew that if you invited one of us, you had to invite the other, and I think collectively we were known as KateandMegan.

Kate is my “person”. I talk about her all the time. She is someone who I know I can call when I am having a problem and she will give me blunt honest advice and I will listen to that blunt honest advice. I know that I can also call her when I want to tell her something funny because we have a similar sense of humor. We always pick up or respond no matter what, or leave obnoxious voice-mails.

We know each others’ likes and dislikes and the tiny quirks that make each other special.

She is weird and I am weird and we can be super weird together.

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Tea Parties for Adults Exist

For my friend Shelby’s 25th birthday, we wanted to something fun, special and totally new.

Jen, who dined with me at Napa Rose, came up with the idea to go to tea at a place called Two a Tea she had heard about in Glendora. Unfortunately, when she called, they were all booked for the Saturday afternoon that we had wanted to go. She found another place in Pasadena called Madeline Garden Bistro and Venue and we were able to get a lunch reservation there.

Excited for our first Adult Tea Party, we all bought new cute spring dresses and made outlandish speculations about how we were going to have the perfect afternoon birthday celebration.

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To me, it was just a rainbow bracelet

I interact with tons of different Guests on a daily basis in the store where I work. Most of them are your usual retail experiences: you give them the spiel, currency is exchanged, small talk small talk, awesome have a nice day!

There are the Guests that stick out and make me my day a little nicer:

  • the super nice Guests
  • the over excited kids
  • the over excited adults
  • the kids that dress up and leave glitter everywhere
  • the adults that Disney-bound and get really pleased when you recognize what character they are
  • the Guests that leave compliments
  • the Guests that haven’t been to Disneyland in ____ years and let me tell you how it was when I was here/it’s changed so much!

And, of course, there are the Guests who make you work for your paycheck. They are the ones that test your patience, your sincerity, your Company and store policies, your sanity and your belief in the good of all humanity.

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It’s a Hero’s Journey…Isn’t It?

So I finally buckled down and went to see The Book of Life.

The trailer had me intrigued, mostly for its absolutely gorgeous animation and a plot revolving around your traditional epic hero storyline and the Day of the Dead.

It looked like a good movie, the kind of movie that you can get lost in for a few hours and come away with a satisfied feeling in your body.

It’s a shame then, for me anyways, that this was not the case for The Book of Life.

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A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose…or that one time I had dinner at the Napa Rose and it was fantastic

Dinner is where the magic happens in the kitchen.

Kris Carr

 

 

I am a self-proclaimed “foodie”.

If you follow me on Instagram, I’m one of those people who posts pictures of the food that she’s eating. Not all the time, but frequently.

If you know me personally, you know that I love to eat. I love to try new foods and I get super excited when my mom or my Teah-Teah make their signature dishes. (By the way, Teah-Teah means ‘grandma’ in Syrian; congratulations you learned something new today!)

When the mood strikes, I treat myself to really good food.

One such mood spurred me to treat myself and my friend, Jen,  to dinner at the Napa Rose.

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Here We Go…

 

Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect.

Alan Cohen

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I suppose I should start out my very first blog post with an apology for the few people who have been constantly telling me over the past few years to start a blog.

I’m sorry.

I also wish to extend an apology to myself.

I’m sorry.

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