It’s safe to say that I am really like foreal foreal *swallows huge gulp* 27 years old now. Its been a week and everything is settling as I inch closer to dare I say it… 30.
Indeed, I’m totally blessed to be alive, healthy, and happy right now in my life. I took some huge baby steps during year 26, boy was it a world wind. I could write a book on the past year of my life alone, and you probably still wouldn’t believe half the stuff in it. I can’t even believe I made it through, but God is good!
Now, I’m feeling clearer about my goals, and truly ready to turn my dreams into reality. Its time to kick life into high gear now that I’m in a really good place in my life emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. My perspective on life now is simple: I Choose To Be Happy! Yep, that’s it!
I have a lot of goals to achieve this upcoming year, and the most important one to me is to put my passport to use. I’ve had it for over a year, and I’m itching like a crackhead to use it. Traveling the world has been a vision of mine since childhood. I haven’t always seen myself as a wife or a mother or even a writer, but I’ve always seen myself as a jetsetter. I understood at a very young age there is a huge world out there beyond what I see in my everyday activities. My curiosity is beyond ready to touch, feel, taste, and see it all.
I’m too adventurous for one country. I believe that traveling the world will allow me to discover more than that particular place, but a deeper part of myself.
I’m not sure how long I’ve known that my heart was in New York, but when I got here, even with all the things I’ve gone through, I have never in my life been happier, and at peace. I instantly felt reunited with my heart as if it was waiting for me to get here the entire time. A new electricity flows through my body now. I can’t help but just take a breath at any point in my day and smile because I’m here.
I’m pretty sure the same thing will happen when I begin to trot around the world this year. I’m not completely sure how it will happen, but mark my words I WILL BE MAKING MULTIPLE TRIPS TO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AROUND THE WORLD THIS YEAR! I’m claiming it!
Along with getting a few stamps in my passport I truly want to achieve a higher level of success for myself, not in a flashy ‘I’m a baller’ kind of way, but by just being a woman of action, and getting out of my own way. Taking the woman that I already am, and expanding into another realm that allows me to reach more people. I’m feeling a little shy about my ambitious goals to take over the world with you right now so I’m just going to digress here. I hope that you will continue to send more positive energy my way during this new year for me.
Every place you vacation has something special about it. When it comes to Las Vegas no matter how many times I visit or how old I get I’m still enamored by all the lights. It makes me feel like anything can happen and is happening at every moment. It brings the same excitement I got as a child at Disneyland.
There are so many lights with a variation of colors and blinking patterns spread all around the strip and city. There are lights inside and outside the hotels along the walls, up, down, and all around. I’m a woman all about the details and the lights awaken my curiosity of how it all comes together. It may sound weird but it’s actually very sobering for me in “Sin City”.
The lights signal that things are moving and shaking whether you see it or not just like life. You may not see things that are happening but there are always things going on. I guess as a nosy journalist I’m always looking between the lines to find the hidden story. The lights do that for me. I know inside every hotel, casino, store, restaurant, and club things are happening and there is a story.
The lights and billboards are constantly moving with advertisements for the various live shows in the Entertainment Capital of the World. People are constantly flying into the city, checking into the hotels, moving, shaking and deals are being made 24/7 hours. People refer to New York City as the city that doesn’t sleep but I beg to differ, Las Vegas NEVER sleeps!
The lights bring about inspiration and beauty in its own way. A beauty created and designed by humans. It has its technicalities and equations that make it work (oh, ya’ll didn’t I was a nerd) and it all comes together for us to experience. They’re a sign of abundance and money to be made, won, or created. Driving (or walking) down the strip puts you in the middle of it all. Each hotel, casino, and light was once just somebody’s vision now made a reality.
The realist in me knows that everything that glitters isn’t gold, but the romanticist in me doesn’t care because I choose to create my world among the city’s illuminating lights.
What are your thoughts on the lights? What do you love about Las Vegas? Is there another city full of lights that I need to check out?
It’s always fun and exciting to attend an auto show. Being able to see all the different types of cars and their various unique qualities. I couldn’t wait to see what the MotorTrendInternational Auto Show was going to have, but it turned out to be lackluster. I’m not sure if it’s the show’s fault or the lack of new and exciting vehicles coming out this year. I’m leaning more toward the former because it was a small show, but will take the latter into consideration. I didn’t realize it was gonna be such a small show, but I made the best of it.
Car brands in attendance included Toyota, Ford, Hyundai, Lincoln, Scion, Mazda, Cadillac, Honda, Buick, GMC, Chevrolet, Lexus, Fiat, Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep, RAM, Acura, Kia, Subaru, KIA, Volkswagen, and BMW. Most of which I respectively skipped over because I had no interest in their mediocre vehicles.
See, I go to car shows not as a car buyer, but as a driver. I like to drive so I look at cars I can see myself driving. I don’t care about the price as much as the aesthetics and functionality of inside features. So please excuse my superficial thoughts and feelings now. Plus, in my mind money aint a thang.
Some of the cars I was initially drawn to turned me off once I got inside. Typically what turns me off is too much going on for no damn reason. I need simplicity and convenience in my driving area because I get easily distracted so the simpler the dashboard, radio, and temperature adjustments the safer I am on the road. Ya Dig! *Nicki Minaj voice*
Of course, I am partial to luxury, but sometimes luxury have too many bells and whistles also. It’s overwhelming. I don’t like to feel like I’m driving in a cubicle with a bunch of stuff around me. Accessible, Yes! Cluttered, No!
That’s how I felt when I got into the Buick Lacrosse. I’m short and about to hit my head on the roof of the car, that is a problem. The door has a leather covering for you to rest your arm on; I wasn’t really feeling it. The screen and numerous buttons almost made me dizzy. It could seem nice, but it was more distracting than anything else to me.
Throughout my tour of the different cars I realized that I have a love for Cadillac that I never realized before. I must have been in the Cadillac area for a good 20 minutes and then went back before I left. They have this very nice sedan- Cadillac ATS. Its nice, not too big, has swag, but still has a simplicity to it. I have to test drive that car soon.
Then there were the usual CTS, CTS Coupe, and XTS that I enjoyed and felt comfortable in.
I’ve watched this Dodge commercial for months now and never got past everything in the commercial to realize what the car was… until last week. I wanted to see this new Dodge Dart in person. It was just okay. A basic Dodge even with all its upgrades and bells and whistles.
I’m not a Dodge fan and this didn’t impress me. I prefer a Chrysler over a Dodge any day. Not that I’m a huge fan of Chrysler either.
I’ve always thought the Fiat 500 was so cute, but once I got inside at the show I had a ‘Hell No!’ moment. It was literally like a toy car inside. I always imagined it being a lot more sophisticated than what I saw. I jumped out of that thing. In contrast to most cars having too much the Fiat just didn’t have enough. I can’t lie I would still like to drive it one day, but I don’t see myself owning it.
At the BMW exhibit they had some nice BMW models. The 650i caught my attention, but once I got inside of it there was a lot going on with the compartments. Enough to distract me at least. I love the feel of the buckets seats like I mentioned here. The rear window was low which made it awkward to see through. I loved the door and the sunroof.
Many of the models have the same basic design inside, but the bigger the series the more extras. I did enjoy the lockbox feature where you can lock the middle compartment. I could see myself finding something to hide in there just because I could.
After BMW my interest in the rest of the show began to wane. Don’t get me wrong BMW is not my end all be all car of choices, but like I said the show was small which means the exhibits were crammed together and everything was just looking bland and basic.
As I wondered back toward the exit a Lexus caught my eye- IS 250C. I’ll admit I don’t know too much about Lexus, never really cared enough. This car if you don’t know is a coupe with the top down. Lately I’ve found myself loving sedans like the BMW 328i or Buick Regal, not too big but not too small either. Too small is like a Chevrolet Cobalt or Ford Focus for me.
Then when I think of a coupe I don’t think about anyone sitting in the back seat, but this totally could have two people in the back. It’s also a convertible top. The inside was comfy and simple. I enjoyed it as if I was actually driving it.
After Lexus I continued to browse but nothing really grabbed my attention except the new Lincoln MKZ. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get inside of it. Good news is that it will be available to buy and test drive in early 2013.
All in all I found some gems and had a good time imagining myself on the road in them. I hope to actually get to drive these cars one day foreal. We will just have to wait and see because you know I’ll have to let you know.
Also, my ticket came with a free subscription to MotorTrend Magazine. I’m about that life! #EverythingWillBeFree
Do you like going to auto shows? What brand do you always look forward to see? Let me know the deal.
Two days before my scheduled trip I received my usual daily emails from Jetsetter.com when a $120/ night room deal appeared and I just couldn’t pass it up. I had already booked my room for Friday and Saturday with plans to return home on Sunday, but since I was driving I was able to extend my stay an extra day.
I’ve always wanted to stay in The Venetian since I was an adolescent girl visiting my dad during the summer. It just screamed luxury and class with the high-priced boutiques and gondola ride in the middle of the shopping area. (Yes, I’ve always been bougie.) Who could resist a faux France experience such as this. I could only imagine what the rooms were like and finally the opportunity to experience it had arrived.
That Sunday afternoon after checking out of my other hotel and having brunch with my dad I anxiously followed my GPS’ directions to The Venetian. I pulled up around 2:30 pm in my rented Toyota Yaris, sunglasses on because I was still a little hungover, and allowed valet to open my door as I got out to check-in. I was actually surprised by how many people were checking-in on a Sunday, but I rolled with it. I mean it wasn’t like I had a choice. I was beyond ready to lay my pretty little head down on those feather-down hotel pillows, but all in due time.
Once I finally got to the front of the line they couldn’t find my reservation *sigh at Jetsetter*. The lady was very helpful as she went ahead and charged my credit card for the room and gave me directions on getting the charges reversed once I got in contact with Jetsetter. Thank God I’m a baller!
It took her about 15 times of putting in my information for the check-in to be complete. I was patient and she was polite. I couldn’t hold it against her that I wasn’t quite recovered from the night before, and I knew getting an attitude wasn’t going to make things any better.
Finally, she handed over my keys *shrieks inside* tells me my room number, 18-131, and then hands me a map and shows me how to get to the elevator tower. She used a pen to point out the direction on the map to get through the casino and gave me a left right left direction just to get to the elevator. I wasn’t prepared for the walk to the elevator. It was like the universe was playing a sick joke on me for having a good time the night before. Mind you I’ve never stayed in a casino-hotel besides the Mandalay Bay and their elevators are conveniently right before the casino and shops.
As I began to walk thoughts of passing out crossed my mind, but I mustered up the energy to walk myself and roll my luggage to the elevator. Once, I got there I had to flash my key at security on post, it wasn’t like he was really paying attention anyway.
Finally on the 18th floor! I couldn’t be happier only to realize that 131 is basically at the end of the damn hall. As I rushed down the hall to my room I realized I was hungry and tired, what a combination #shrugs. I was feeling too queezy at brunch to actually eat anything other than a banana and half an omelet. At one point on the way to my room I think I just glided down the hall in my clear no grip jelly sandals. All in all I made it to the room and couldn’t have been happier.
I stepped into a Victorian style, golden, regal studio suite. Maybe five feet away from the entrance was the bathroom on the right with french doors opened. I’ll come back to the bathroom because it was an experience in itself. Directly on the left was a framed full length mirror on the wall. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love a nice mirror. Then *wallah* the rest of the room ahead of me.
On the right, the king size bed adorned in white egyptian cotton sheets (not sure what the thread count was) just how I like it with four big fluffy pillows. There was also a red chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. On both sides of the bed were nightstand type shelves joined to the wall. On the left was an iHome alarm clock and the telephone on the right side. I used the iHome to play my Rick Ross station on Pandora and charge my iPhone while I fixed my hair in the bathroom later that afternoon.
May I add that the electricity outlets were not the easiest to get to let alone use. That was disappointing. Sometimes its the little things.
There was a nice cherrywood dresser directly across from the bed and plasma tv hanging above it.
I couldn’t stop there, even though I wanted to so badly, but I had to check out the sunken living room. Yes! there were two little stairs to walk down. It was cute and sassy like me.
The valour-like L-shaped sectional sofa was a bit dated from the 70s or something, but it blended well with the ambiance of the room. It didn’t look out-of-place. When I sat down on the couch that bad boy sunk in so it wasn’t very comfy for me to relax on.
Just a few feet away was the office area. It continued with the theme of the room with the wooden table and chair. I looked around some more and saw the forbidden snack bar connected to the entertainment center. I was advised during check-in that all the snacks were censored so if I picked anything up it would automatically charge $45 to my room. Whaaaaat in the hell! $45?!!!!!! Yeah so you know I stayed clear of that area.
The Roman curtains and shades were remote-controlled; too bad my window on the 18th floor was facing a wall. Very little lighting got in either way. So much for the nice view. Even with the few negatives about this room I was still enamored by it and felt luxurious. The best way to describe the way I felt is the Straight Talk Android commercial.
I finally scurried to the bathroom to potty and stuff. It was sooo fancy darlings. I’m surprised it didn’t have a bidet. In the corner there was a vanity! The vanity had a mini sewing kit on it (that I should’ve taken now that I think about it. Not that I know how to sew or anything). The floor was marble, there were double sinks and the toilet had its own room (most nice hotels have this set-up). The bath tub and shower were separate. I couldn’t figure out how to turn the flatscreen on in there. Please don’t judge me.
I finally laid down in my cozy bed and it felt good. I couldn’t sleep though because I was hungry too.*sigh* I forced myself to sleep anyway for an hour and a half before meeting up with my friends.
The time flew by while I was out looking at everyone else gamble. When I arrived back at the hotel it was bedtime. I used valet in the parking structure because its closer to the elevator tower. Much more convenient. The Grand Luxe Cafe was very accessible before heading back to my room so I stopped and got carryout even though I’m not a huge fan of their menu.
By the time I fell asleep good my alarm was going off. It was 4:30 a.m. and time for me to get back on the road. I took a nice hot shower. It was one of the best showers I’ve ever taken actually. Got dressed, packed, and rolled out.
Overall, it was nice staying at The Venetian, but I could’ve done without it. I know from my description it sounded bomb, but all the things I described was to be expected from any 4 and 5 star hotel. The Venetian is actually a 5 star hotel, but I would rate it a 4. The main thing I felt it was missing was the personable customer relationship. I felt lost in the sea of other guest after checking in. I wanted more and expected more after the previous hotel I stayed in.
Vegas is a bright, vibrant city, but The Venetian was kind of dark with very little natural light inside the room. The environment very stale. The television was complicated to work and was set up like a wack Netflix and OnDemand mixed, just too damn complicated. I felt like I had to force myself to relax instead of just relaxing. I’m not pressed to stay there again… at least not if I have to pay for it.
Sometimes it just be like that!
Have you ever been excited about something but wasn’t impressed afterwards? Have you ever stayed at The Venetian? What was your impression? Talk to me.
There I was in the street, with a fist pulled back ready to fly into my face while the other hand tightly gripped me by my jacket. I stared into my boyfriend’s eyes as a way of daring him to actually hit me, but also fearful that he would.
I was 18 and embarrassed.
I come from a past where my father abused my mother and my grandfather abused my grandmother. There I was staring into his eyes about to fall victim to the vicious cycle.
Unfortunately, domestic violence doesn’t have an age, race, or class to strictly match the face. It can happen to anyone. It manifest in multiple ways- physical, verbal, emotional, and sexual.
Several events took place before the day I stood in the street about to be punched in the face by my boyfriend. It started with name calling, manipulating me emotionally, lying, and other huge red flags.
Recently, I attended a Teenage Domestic Violence conference that empowered the young ladies in attendance to protect themselves by not attracting abusive men. I couldn’t help but think “Wow, that’s a great place to start.”
Yes, it’s important to know the signs of an abusive partner, but starting from the inside out is a better solution than what to do when it happens. During the conference the girls learned about eating healthy, doing yoga as a way of exercise and meditation, and affirmative ways to think of themselves. All of these everyday things play a major role in attracting the right friends and partners in our life. Something most of us weren’t lucky enough to realize as teenagers.
Abusers choose people who they believe they can abuse. There were plenty of stories told to the young ladies about women being abused emotionally, mentally, sexually and physically. I decided to keep my story to myself. The early signs that a relationship wasn’t going to be healthy and so on were also presented to them. The day truly encompassed everything for these girls to put in their toolbox of life.
I was glad to see them receptive to the information. I noticed they wanted to know how to help other girls who may need help with unhealthy, abusive relationships. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is see your friend in a bad relationship and not be able to help.
Nearly three out of four (74%) of Americans personally know someone who is or has been a victim of domestic violence.
Approximately one in five female high school students reports being physically and/or sexually abused by a dating partner.
These girls didn’t want to just help their friends but any girl they saw who may need help. That’s what it’s about being able to help our fellow sisters with the information we have.
That day in the street I felt alone and vulnerable as so many women do when abuse of any kind is in their life. Luckily, for me his fist went down to his side instead of crash landing on my face, but for many women this isn’t the case.
One in four women (25%) has experienced domestic violence in her lifetime.
Later that evening after the conference the organization that held it, New Star Family Center, had a fundraising dinner. I had the pleasure of attending thanks to Kandee Lewis, a facilitator during the conference and executive director of Positive Results Corporation. I learned more about their efforts in helping women trying to escape an abusive relationship.
The money is being raised to build a comprehensive center in Hawthorne, CA (Los Angeles) that help women get all the help they need when leaving their abuser. These things include getting a restraining order, legal counsel, car seats for their babies, etc in one place. This makes it easier than having to go to several buildings and find different organizations that provide all the help they need. Especially since most women leave with nothing.
I found that this is very important because it takes a woman being abused an average of 7 times before actually being able to leave their spouse for good. Just remember the several times in “What’s Love Got To Do With It” Tina Turner tried to leave Ike Turner. Now imagine regular women trying to do the same thing.
I’ll admit I never gave the process that much thought. I thought you just eventually leave the person or kill them. Boy, was I completely wrong. I’m glad I was made more aware of the numerous affects domestic violence can have on not only the individual but the family as a whole during the conference and fundraising dinner.
I was also happy to see the support of local officials like Congresswoman Maxine Waters, Mayor of Hawthorne, Daniel Juarez and his council members. They’re just as important to the process as everyone else who are looking to help.
I thank God I was able to leave my boyfriend at the time without having to worry about children, where I was gonna live, and my saftey, but most women aren’t this lucky. I’m glad to know there are organizations out there like New Star who make it easier for those women and teenagers.
What has been your experience with domestic violence? Any thoughts about prevention. Let me know in the comments.
Recently, I took a trip to Las Vegas, NV because I needed to get away from Los Angeles. I needed a vacation and a change of scenery. Most of all I need my own personal space to walk around naked and use the bathroom whenever and however long I needed because this is not a luxury I have at the moment.
My motivation for the trip was a friend/classmate’s birthday… and they just so happened to be of the opposite sex, as in a man. Another motivation was the fact that I would be able to see my dad for a couple hours too.
So, I booked my hotel and rental car with the intentions of having a relaxing, bubble bath, great food, and sleep filled weekend. I thought I would run into my friend and his friends then go about my business for the rest of the weekend. The universe had something totally different in mind.
Let me just say I got very little sleep after Friday night, but had a blast.
When I arrived in my hotel room I heard loud music and negroes next door to me. I was extremely tired from my drive, but kind of excited to know young black people were right next door. Only to find out the next day in the lobby that my friend and his friends were staying right next door to me. #theirony. We didn’t even know we were staying in the same hotel so it was crazy to realize we were neighbors.
This changed everything. By Saturday afternoon I was hanging with the fellas. Don’t get me wrong I did get in quite a bit of Me Time in too, but going on vacation with men has its advantages in comparison to being with just a group of women sometimes. Here are a few things I learned and appreciated during my trip.
1) They’re not going to babysit you
With women friends there’s always that one friend that wants to keep an eye on everyone and everything. You just want to tell that bitch to go somewhere. Being with a bunch of men I was free to do me and be me. If we departed ways I was fine being by myself. I didn’t have to run up behind them the entire trip and they damn sure didn’t check on me (like that). I’m a grown, independent woman and I didn’t need to be with someone every minute of the day. That’s why I rolled out there solo.
My personal time also helped with not getting annoyed with being around them so much. I was able to my thing as a female and vice versa.
2) Liquor is Free!
Now, I was with some quality dudes and they had an abundance of top shelf dark liquor at their disposal and mine. They were never stingy when it came to pouring up a glass or two. They actually encouraged it. Let the libations flow.
Note: Know your limit. If you can drink like a man by all means, but if you can’t please don’t try to keep up with them because they are not going to babysit your drunk ass.
3) They don’t want to shop!
I hate every time I go on vacation my friends want to go shopping for hours at that. In a city like Vegas and only a weekend to enjoy myself the last thing I wanted to do is see a mall or be in the hotel room all day. I’m trying to get something poppin and explore all there is to offer. Men sleep, wake-up, get dress and leave the room. The day flows from event to event. Their main objective is… finding some bitches! lol They also just want to do crazy, dumb, hilarious stuff just because they’re on vacation.
4) Nothing is taken personal or serious
You’re allowed to embarrass yourself. Its all fun and games at the end of the day. You’re not allowed to take yourself too seriously. Just go with the flow and have yourself a good ol time.
Some very funny and crazy things happened over the course of the weekend that still make me weak with laughter. In a normal circumstance I probably would’ve wanted to slap them or would’ve been offended, but there was no need for all that because it was really just all fun and games.
5) Don’t share a room with them
I’m so glad I had my own room to go to. Men are messy and will sleep anywhere and anyway. Not only that, but you know their main objective is to bring bitches back to the room so its best to give them the space to do so. Who’s to say you don’t want to take someone to your room for some private time anyway? Kudos to these guys for having plenty of condoms at their disposal. Whether or not they used them shall remain in Vegas. Just know they were not about to get caught slippin’.
Having my own room also allowed me to get ready without them having to see the entire process from start to finish of putting on make-up, doing my hair, and other womanly things. Oh and lets not forget being able to go number two without them knowing. Let me not forget that I could have my own #howmybootyendupintheair moment(s) with no problems also.
I definitely appreciated that when it was time to go out with these guys they were dressed to impress. I’m talking blazers, suit jackets, cuff links, button down shirts, slacks, etc. So, when I came in with my black dress looking classy yet seductive we all looked like we belonged in a crew together. Shoutout to those guys and their flyy selves. #YouGoBoys!
I enjoyed hanging with them and the moments I had by myself. I had an equal amount of time by myself doing my own womanly things as I spent with them. I do however wish I would’ve taken more bubble baths to relax while I was there. Not to mention I spent some time with my dad Sunday morning.
I’m not sure if I will ever have the opportunity to travel in this capacity again, but I sure did enjoyed myself.
Are there any other advantages to traveling with primarily the opposite sex on vacation? Have you had a similar experience? Let me know the deal in the comments.
I’ve always wondered, “Why do people in luxury cars drive so slow?” I now know why! Who needs to rush when you’re so damn comfortable?
For my birthday this year circumstances caused me to rent a car for the day and it just turned out to be a black on black BMW 328i. What were the odds?! For $20 at that! (I kept it an extra day for an addidtional $9) Happy Birthday to ME, bitches!
I’ve test driven luxury cars before and a couple BMWs, but there is a huge difference between a test drive and actually having the freedom to drive that bad boy.
Initially, driving it up the street was nerve wrecking because the control and handle was so smooth. I wasn’t use to it. I didn’t have to do much adjusting of the seat to reach the pedal or steering wheel, which is a constant struggle in other (less luxurious) cars being that I’m short. I had to allow myself to relax after some time and once I did, baby it was on!
I seriously thought about driving to Las Vegas a couple of times because I was so comfortable and enjoying myself. Vegas might have been out of the question, but Los Angeles was fair game.
First stop was the Landmark Theater on Pico for a movie screening. This movie screening was the reason I got the car in the first place because it was something like a mandatory work event. I took La Brea to Pico then drove all the way down. I’d never been this far down Pico before so it was a pretty cool drive because I love going to new places, but taking Pico all the way down from La Brea made me way too late to see the movie. Not to worry there was an after party to attend up the street at Steingarten LA.
You would think it would be easy to find, but I got lost going in the completely wrong direction. After turning around and around and around we (as in my friend- you didn’t think I was rolling alone the whole time, did ya?) finally found our second destination. I had to parallel park on the street- the struggle to not get too close to the curb ensued. Mission Accomplished!
The next day was my birthday. ‘Let’s Ride Out!’ was in full effect now that work affairs were completed! Rise and shine I was ready for breakfast, pancakes to be specific! We were off to The Original Pancake House in Redondo Beach on South PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). This was a journey, but who cares when you’re driving a BMW? It took about 30 minutes seeing as I had to take Hawthorne Blvd all the way down to PCH and then take that down to damn near the edge of the earth. I absolutely love this place, but don’t get to go often so I was super excited. I usually get the pecan pancakes, but decided to try something new this time. The cinnamon raisin pancakes and bacon didn’t disappoint at all.
I had a couple of errands to run here and there, but then I made it my mission to see the Herb Ritts exhibit at the Getty Museum that day. The 405 north all the way there on a solo trip was pretty smooth, but I waited damn near 45 minutes just to park. Its was nothing to a boss comfy on her (rented) throne and a Beyonce mix cd playing. Once I got there the exhibit was everything and more. He was a phenomenal and innovative photographer.
As the day came to an end there was one last place to go in my chariot- dinner. I was off to The Cheesecake Factory in a different part of Redondo Beach with my mother. I totally took a long route there and back home just because I wanted to. I was tired, but I always let sleep take a back seat to adventure. More of the adventure was in my head than anything. I was vibe-ing to Elle Varner and Frank Ocean in the stereo as I got semi-lost (on the road and in my mind) but tried to play it cool in front of my mother.
The last day had finally arrived, but I had one last stop to make before taking it back- church. I was headed to North Hollywood to visit One Church International. I usually attend church right up the street on Crenshaw at West Angeles COGIC, but the opportunity came to hear Devon Franklin, author of Produced By Faith, Megan Good‘s husband, Vice President of Production for Columbia Pictures, and devout Seventh Day Adventist, speak and I had to jump on it. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with switching it up from time to time.
Again, I took the streets, or should I say road? The GPS led us up and back down a winding road full of twist and turns on a two lane road. It was pretty exhilarating besides the fact that I had no idea where I was or where I was going. I was also running “late” but ended up getting there right on time. Hallelujah!
The church was packed beyond compacity, but the word was incredible. I’m so glad I went to experience not only Devon Franklin preaching, but the church itself because of its youthful congregation. I also saw a few familiar faces and met a couple of new people as well.
That was the most driving I had done in a while and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The most noticeable difference other than comfort was its meekness. Although it was able to rip pass any number of cars in a matter of seconds it didn’t need to. I was able to gently, but firmly press on the gas to get it to go, but it would take just a bit more pressure to get it to really GO! At any speed whether fast (over 65 mph) or the speed limit (35- 55 mph) the ride was smooth. I always felt in control sitting back with my hands at 10 and 2. I was also able to slow down quickly without jolting the car. This is what driving is all about.
My AHA! moment of how great this car is was when I was stuck on the 405 freeway in traffic after church and hungry. I wasn’t freaking out! This was so abnormal for me. I hate traffic. I love to drive fast even if it means being a tad bit reckless (understatement of the year) and here I was calm as a cucumber. Waiting for cars to pass, not pushing on the gas extra hard every chance I got, and just not feeling a need to rush.
I thought “now that’s growth” afterall it was my birthday I was trying to be introspective, but reality was those leather bucket seats and perfect level of air conditioning had me so relaxed that nothing even mattered. Not even my grumbling stomach. I just sipped my bottled water and chilled.
Can you believe after all that driving, I had only used half a tank of gas?! Talk about good gas mileage. Granted it cost me $50 to fill half of the tank, but it comes with the territory.
That experience has me spoiled because the thought of buying anything less than luxury now just doesn’t feel right in my spirit anymore.
This had to have been the best birthday ever because I did what I wanted to do while keeping it simple and sassy. It was a true refelection of me and the BMW 328i was an added bonus.
Until next time, Let’s Ride Out!
p.s. I feel bad right now because I didn’t take any pictures of the car while I had it. I know better for next time.