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Carpolepsy

Bubs and I are back from a quick jaunt in Oregon. It’s been many years since we last visited: we had some friends who did the Hood to Coast race, so we’d hit up Astoria, Portland, and then the Eugene area. But this trip was focused less on the city and more on wine country! Yeah, I still don’t consider myself a foodie, but I like many of the things wine country offers: incredible scenery, deluxe outdoor chill space, ranch animals, stunning buildings and tasting rooms, and yummy snacks.

So first of all, Oregon is slow. I drove 45 mph on the interstate. No joke. Second, there sure are a lot of hipsters. I thought Portlandia was a hyperbole. Not so. That shit is spot. on. Lots of monster beards and very funky clothes. But people are nice and somehow not as snooty as the SF hipsters. Finally, shit is cheap. Yup, that part wins me over every. damn. time. So now, no more Paso Robles for our project idea but maybe Oregon wine country??? We’ll see.

We did a lot in a few short days. Sadly though, on our way to Mt. Hood, I got carsick, then popped a Dramamine, and then carpolepsy ensued. I missed so much of this gorgeous drive. I dunno whether the drowsiness was exacerbated by the Dramamine: I kinda feel like I have a history of getting ridiculously tired riding in cars. Like drugged-out tired. I was so frustrated to have missed everything that the first night after we got back to the hotel, I looked this shit up. I mean, I have a problem. Carpolepsy (ok, that’s a term in urban dictionary) aka highway hypnosis. It’s a form of motion sickness but not much explanation beyond that. Fucking A, man. In the mean time, I am getting back on the vitamins train, bc this no energy bullshit just cannot keep happening.

Another interesting surprise from the trip? J and are pinot drinkers, and we always felt like we enjoyed pinots from the Central Coast (Santa Barbara region) more than those from Williamette Valley in Oregon. But strangely, when we tasted the pinots on this trip, the wines were pretty good. Hmm, had our taste buds changed? Was there something with drinking them at the source? Perhaps the flavors actually differed winery to winery rather than just region to region? Not sure what happened. Bubbey says we ought to be careful about drawing conclusions based on very limited sample size. Ok, my data scientist. Regardless, the wines were a pleasant surprise. My preferences are now leaning towards old vine zinfandel, so I hear that Lodi, CA is the next wine region to hit![FAG id=7483]

What else. J and I are getting along great. I’ve come to realize that being together for so long, we really have this unspoken understanding about so many things, for example, our style of travel, our preferences, our behaviors, and habits. It’s a really nice luxury to have someone just be able to anticipate things on your behalf. It’s hard to explain more specifically, but I feel lucky and grateful for my Bubbey.

Of course, after a few days of total chill, I awoke our final morning in Oregon all stressed. First off? I received an email from Southwest at 7am. You have completed 4 of 10 flights for the California companion pass promo. Say what? That cannot be right. Immediately, I popped out of bed bc this shit was a Code Red. Got on the phone with customer service. He went trip by trip. Goddamnit, the flight to Burbank (LA) for BlogHer didn’t count, bc I actually bought the tickets before the promo window. ARGH!!! I mean I had called earlier and the agent then said it counted, but fuck, both of our bads. I am already feeling over-traveled (I know, first world problems), and I thought I would be done after Tahoe. Nope. I need one more round-fucking-trip before Taiwan. Goddamnit. Thankfully, my smart friend M planted an idea that if anything, I can just do a quickie day trip flight down to LA and back. Like just grab lunch at the airport. And at this point, that’s what I’m going to do, bc there’s a lot of other shit going on…

The MD townhouse sale is still pending… The buyers had a home inspection and came back asking for more, for course. That resulted in yet another conflict between me and my agent. Stressful, bc I am not world-class emotionally intelligent like Bubs. Also, bc the closing date falls while we’re all in Taiwan, I’ve got to arrange power of attorney. Thank goodness, M is stepping up to the challenge. I just hope all the paperwork and shit gets done right bc there has already been a lot of back and forth with the title attorney. Whatever, it’ll get worked out.

In other news, I finally received the green light from the Bureau of Real Estate to take the exam. I’ve got it scheduled for Monday, Oct. 11. And I am having a lot of anxiety about it. I’ve always had anxiety about standardized tests… it goes way back to the SATs, ACTs, and GREs. I ultimately did fine on them (though I never scored as high as my parents wanted), but I get insomnia and tummy issues and numb hands just thinking about it. I keep trying to talk myself through: it’s not as dire as my body is reacting but shit, it just dredges up all the pressures and expectations from the past. Anyway, the plan is to take a 2-day crash course next weekend and then crank it out Tuesday morning in Oakland.

Needless to say, my brain was just preoccupied with all this crap and then when we returned the rental car, the rep suggested that we caused a dent by the gas cap. Are you fucking kidding me? Then I had to speak with the manager. I showed her my before photos, but I didn’t get a straight on shot of that area. I explained that when we arrived, there was a huge wait. We did go around the car with a dude, but the lighting in the garage was poor and the car had just been washed so the dent would have been difficult to see with all the reflections from the garage lighting. On top of that, later, John reminded me that when I had pointed out an indentation (but no superficial scratch) on the trunk to the check-out dude, he had specifically told us they were just looking for major things… The manager gave me her cell and said she would review the garage footage on their cameras and call me before the end of the day. She was very nice but I was just annoyed, like what kind of scam is this? It’s not like you’re going to repair that indentation so why would you charge me?

So we arrive at the gate, and I’m just overwhelmed. I reach for my ipad to get some writing therapy in, and holy fuck: I left my ipad in the rental car. Noooo!! There was this new console design in the car with an underneath platform for your purse/bag, and I set my iPad there bc I was using it for map navigation. OMG!!! So I called Robbie (the manager) and thankfully she went and got it. I then had to go back out to the rental car area (thank goodness it was onsite!!) and then back through security again. See? Totally frazzled.

In the end, all is fine. We got back and Marty is good. Weaker but good. No accidents. I’ll take the test in ten days. I’ll get the Companion Pass eventually. The house will sell one way or another. And vitamins are gonna give me that extra boost to power through the next several weeks (You know Taiwan ain’t gonna be a walk in the park!).

How About Law School?

I called my dad this evening to catch up. The last time we’d spoke, he was having a personal pity party while also arguing with my mother, so needless to say, I was feeling pretty frustrated with both of them. About a week and a half have passed since, and thankfully, he is sounding better. I gave an update on the Walkersville townhouse (we’re trying to schedule closing for after I return from Taiwan…). He’s been watching some new Taiwanese programming online and then tending to the yard, running errands, tracking his stocks, etc.

My grandparents in Taiwan seem to be on the upswing again. Even though the original plan for my upcoming trip was to consider moving my maternal grandparents to a formal elder facility in Taipei, it now seems that that transition plan will be unlikely. My dad’s sisters insist the current situation with all three oldies living in one place is manageable, esp with the help of two live-in caretakers, so the status quo might just end up being the easiest thing. Plus, I got wind that my brother is not returning phone calls (what’s new) and to be honest, if he were the only relative leaving nearest my grandparents’ senior facility should they relocate to the campus in Taipei, that would be a fucking disaster, bc ultimately, Jgo is unreliable as fuck. Just sayin’.

Other news: dad is most likely going to just use his usual realtor for selling his primary residence. As it turns out, I probably had a mismatch with the Walkersville agent anyway, so just as well: dad will simply continue working with a known quantity who also happens to speak Chinese. Remember when we said his house was going to go on the market next year? Well I was thinking like April or May 2017. Nope, his agent is advising that they clear out the insides and list in February/March. Uh, good luck with that accelerated timeline. Clearly, she has no idea what she’s dealing with.

Meanwhile, after my bud N headed out to LA on Thursday, I met with a local practicing broker on Friday (part of my plan to start networking now…). We had a good meeting: I followed up with a thank you and a “yes, I’d love to attend some of your office’s upcoming trainings,” to which she invited me… During our meeting, I floated the internship/job shadow/assistant idea, but she said realty offices hire assistants for like 2-3 year chunks, so my best next move while awaiting my license is really to attend office trainings and meet the other colleagues. Ok, cool with me.

But damn, I am getting antsy as fuck about not bringing in some more dough. Yes, I have another Rover assignment coming up, but with our traveling, my schedule isn’t super conducive. Naturally, I started creeping around on the Craigslist job boards, and I was getting sucked into some personal assistant/travel planning gigs. J thinks they are a total waste of time and energy (I should be ramping up for real estate…), but I like planning and organizing, and I’m good at it… I guess we’ll go to Portland and then I’ll come back and re-assess. I just feel like I need some more side hustle. That was always my thing in college: I just did better when I had a busy schedule with a lot of side jobs.

But back to my call tonight with dad. Mom is undergoing a bunch of tests: biopsies and a CAT scan. A few weeks ago, doctors found a speck on her lung and ulcers in her esophagus. My dad doesn’t think it’s anything to worry about bc back in their day, the TB inoculations often caused scarring on the organs, but just to be sure, they are doing tests. The doctor is slated to review the results in mid October.

Mom and Dad had also recently stopped their daily walking routine, bc the weather back home was so blistering hot and muggy, but dad said they started walking again this week. Then, for whatever reason, I dropped my bomb: I told dad about my real estate plans. I wasn’t really nervous about it or anything. I just didn’t want to tell him earlier bc I didn’t want him harassing me about studying for the class and whatever.  Not surprisingly, he thought it was a good idea, and after I told them I’d already completed the three required classes and am awaiting the test date, he sounded even more thrilled.

Of course, that didn’t stop him from making the inevitable comment: “Did you look at other jobs?” Um, yeah I’d already looked at all the digital comm jobs and decided I didn’t want to continue in that line of work doing jobs in nonprofit. He then clarified what he was really asking, “Have you thought about law school?” And there it was AGAIN. Jesus fucking Christ. He has been mentioning law school since I was in engineering graduate school in 1998. Every damn time: No, I’m not interested in more schooling. Oh, it’s only two years. No, it’s THREE years. Plus, every lawyer I know HATES the job. EVERY damn one says it is their most expensive mistake.

It’s fine. I’m not angry or anything, but it’s just another example of where my parents sometimes just push their agenda without listening to what I’m telling them. I get it: he works with lawyers and the work doesn’t seem that hard and they make boatloads of money. But still, it’s not like I’m my friend J who like takes law classes for fun or reads about Supreme Court judgements for fun… Anyway, Dad did insert the whole, “You do what’s right for you” disclaimer at the end. And regardless, I think he is pleased that in the very least, real estate will be practical should J and I consider personal real estate investments in the future… Always pragmatic, right?

What else. Oh, I had a very pleasant discovery the other day. You know how I’ve been doing the whole Upromise thing? Well, I used it back in May for our VRBO Best Friends booking, and the way I read the cashback deal, I would just get $10 for the booking. Well, as it turns out, I got like 10% of my booking (~310) on top of the $10!! Woo hoo!! So far, I’ve earned over $1200 in just under two years with Upromise. Not too shabby!

Finally, an update on Marty care: After reaching out to like 8 sitters for mid October availability, I met with a sitter this morning who’s game for living on the Houseboat while we’re in Taiwan. She also appeared utterly unfazed by Martin’s fragile condition. So we’re going to try her out in early October for our two-day trip to Tahoe (my final Southwest flight before getting my prized Companion Pass!) and then see how that goes. He’s been doing pretty well but those back legs, man… Today, I saw glimpses of Remy’s decline. But we’re just going to plug along for as long as he’ll plug along. I hope he’ll be ok when we’re in Portland for a few days.

Dora the Explorer

So I’ve been off for the past week, bc my friend N rolled into town (visiting from North Carolina). We had a really great visit, but man, we were on the move a ton! Yes, in typical VG fashion, I gave her an entire list of ideas well in advance of her arrival and then once she landed, there was more planning. I know, for you spontaneous folks out there, I do need to relax sometimes, but frankly, as an ESTJer, there are few things worse than asking a group of people what they want to do and getting “I’ll do whatever. I’m easy” as the response. Bc I loathe that so damn much, I always have some kind of schedule in my back pocket just in case.

The great thing about N is that she, in her own words, possesses a kind of child-like wonder, so she’s super game for adventure. From a very young age, she loved travel and exploration. I think she gets it from her mom, although her father too had a very curious mind. Like all of us, N has many ideas and visions of what she wants to do and who she wants to be, but for one reason or another, she’s too often limited by constraints… you know what I mean. We all have big dreams, and then we come up against some wall… be it a wall that others have built for us or a wall we have built for ourselves or some other hindrance that I suppose could fall under the category of “life circumstances.”

But I’m super impressed and inspired by N. No matter the challenges, she trudges forward. She has fallen down a shit ton and she continues to have major setbacks, but she always gets back up. And really, if you think about it, so long as any of us choose life over death, there are only SO many options in continuing on.

I was saddened by her latest setback, but at the same time, I also observed considerable progress in so many other areas: with her finances, with nervous ticks/habits, with smoking. She is fighting battles on so many fronts, but she remains brave and she continues to forge a path forward, examining other options and possibilities and offshoots, like from her current career. She also talked of moving out west, either to Colorado or California, and I can see that she’s formulating plans to make those things happen. I’m so happy to see the fire burning in her heart again.

As for our week of adventure, we did a lot. And lucky for her, between Bubbey and me, she had a good balanced mix of serious and direct and fun and light. On some days, I got a little annoyed with the amount of car time and travel and hassle (city parking, hitting up crowded touristy spots, etc.), but then I checked myself. Things worth doing take time and work and hassle. That’s just how it goes. And thank goodness we did so many things she wanted to do, bc in the process, I discovered some amazing new experiences.

For example, months ago, N texted me asking about Forbes Island restaurant. I was like, what is this place, some cheesy artificial “island” randomly planted by the pier? You take a little ferry from the dock to the “island.” And then, god, a fixed menu. And it’s pricey? WTF is this tourist trap? But N read up on it and was so excited (She has a thing for lighthouses) about it, so I booked the reservations. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much. But then we went. And it was lovely. Delightful. And the food and service were superb. So, credit where credit it due!

Same thing with a day trip to Napa. I was dreading the car travel and the hoyty toyty wine tastings and then the traffic coming back. Yes, Debbie Downer is super prone to car sickness and then I get cranky. Although, I kept it mostly under wraps. Well, it turned out to be a beautiful day, and we hit up some old places like Artesa and Domaine Carneros (always scenic) as well as some new places, like Jamieson Ranch and Castello di Amorosa. I was giving major pushback about the latter, bc a frickin’ castle in Calistoga?!? Again, eye roll, right? I mean, I was envisioning some kind of Disney-like ridiculousness. And I really wanted to go home and not drive the extra 35 min to the goddamn castle. But Bubbey argued that we were “already in the area”… so fine. Well, my bad again. The castle was pretty fricking cool. Yup, I stand corrected.

Other things we did included a day trip to Santa Cruz then hitting up Bonny Doon winery (we even joined their club!) and driving north through Pescadero to stop at Harley Farms. We introduced N to Burmese food (tea leaf salad!!), and I took her to the Chinese foot spa, which she loved. We did karaoke, saw the movie Snowden (well done), and enjoyed German fare at the local cafe/bakery. She also reached out to a friend’s sis who moved out here three years ago from Wilmington. The lady is a mechanic who now lives on a houseboat in Redwood City. She and her boyfriend were super gracious and took us out on the water on their sailboat… which I have never ever done before. So all in all, we had a very full week and we had fun. And N was super happy and grateful and acknowledging. Seriously, she is quite keen and I think she knew I was being resistant at times, but she was so sweet in thanking us for everything. She’s so good about verbalizing her gratitude. That’s something I really should emulate.

So this morning, I dropped her off in San Jose. She took the MegaBus to Burbank, where she’ll be staying a few days with some family friends. Bubs and I are aiming to get back on our routine. I need to hit the gym, and then tomorrow I’m meeting with my realtor’s friend, who is a real estate broker in Cupertino. Then, on Sunday, we’re off to Portland for a few days. I’m trying a new live-in sitter for Marty. We’ll see how that pans out.

Speaking of Marty, N gave him a promising prognosis. She said that he is doing remarkable given his age: he displays strong appetite, no vomiting, regular stool, and he still gets excited for walks and treats… She suggested a few things, like trying to put some weight on him, vitamin E to help with the arthritic inflammation, and moving his legs to exercise the muscles more… other than that, she’s amazed! Yay![FAG id=7478]

Charm School

It’s no secret that, like my parents, I’m a fucking alien. Last weekend, while we were on our wine country getaway with the other couple, there were definitely a few very distinct moments when my comments/actions received confused and incredulous looks.

First, I should say that the other couple are big time oenophiles. They read wine books, host wine tasting parties (that they play seriously), are wine club members, watch wine movies, etc. You get my drift. They are serious about that shit. So, since I just had to show up, I had no inkling as to the collection and/or caliber of alcohol that was being brought. Our first night there, Bubbey grilled a Costco tri-tip, and his friend J cracked open the alcohol. Well, you know me: Bubbey and I live on a shared glass/plate system (to minimize dishwashing and water consumption), so we’re not huge on like individual serving sets. So we start off with the champagne in flutes. His friend poured and served into individual flutes. The champagne tasted pretty dang good, better than what I’ve had before but I couldn’t exactly say better how. Turns out, it was some fancy aged champagne where the bubbles are super fine. Ok, great. I enjoyed it. Next up was the red wine. Well, after I drank my glass of champagne, I just poured the red wine into my champagne flute, even though there was a new red wine glass set out on the kitchen island. The dude watched me and just kind of stared in disbelief (or judgement). Then he walked over and said, the red really needs to be enjoyed from a red wine glass. I thought to myself: ok sure, whatever. In my head though, I was thinking: does the vessel really matter? He started telling Bubs about the red wine… it sounds like a fancy wine. Just out of curiosity (and bc I’m always collecting data and price points), I asked how much the bottle was. I was totally expecting like $75 or something. Like still high to me but you know, not beyond the realm of expectation. Nope. Try over $200!

Given my strong history with charm school and etiquette (NOT!), leave it to me to drive the Porsche as if it were a Geo Metro, know what I mean? What can I say: classy all the way through.

So incidents like this kind of happened throughout the weekend. Am I just too plain folk? Or perhaps I just prefer to flip the middle finger to social graces? I dunno. To be honest, there has always been a part of me that has rolled my eyes at the stuffiness of etiquette, even the formality of plating and placement of utensils . I mean, I’m sure I have my own set of behaviors where I judge people as being discourteous or rude. But I’m just not totally clear on where I stand on politeness and manners. Clearly, the caliber of food/drink last weekend was way high for me. After all, I’m pretty happy with wine in the box. Or maybe I’m just not THAT food/wine driven??? When we host parties, we like to serve food that we make, but do I want to be the kind of people who snub their noses at guests who bring over Safeway soda or Sunny Delite or Lucerne ice cream? No. That kind of snobbery really rubs me the wrong way. I’m trying to dig deeper on this to determine why the whole scenario bugs me. Is it a class thing? An elitism thing? A pretension thing? Not sure. But I had a strange mix of feelings, like I was churlish and unsophisticated. And yet, I didn’t really care to fall in line with the norm. Defiant once again. Even in the most unsuspecting of circumstances.

Showing Up

J and I were back in Paso Robles this weekend… for local overnight trips that don’t involve air travel, Paso Robles seems to be our de facto destination of choice. We were traveling with another couple, also a peaches and cream combo (Asian woman + white man) and also child-free. Yup, we’ve been saying for a while that we need more child-free friends (no offense parents, but you know how that shit rolls) so this couple is being beta-tested, so to speak. JK. J used to work with the guy, and I guess the guy and his girlfriend (another J&J couple) have hosted a lot of his work peeps over, so she is pretty tight with that work crew. Anyway, they are big time wine/food/cigar enthusiasts so they’re a pretty solid match for my swanky Bubbey.

Overall, the getaway went pretty well. My dog sitter fell through a week prior, so we ended up taking Marty. I mean, as you know, Marts isn’t doing so hot these days. The car travel didn’t bode well for him either. During the 2.5-hr car ride, he managed to both shit and puke in the car. I mean, pretty gross but what can you do? He’s never ever committed such mistakes as an adult dog, so surely all of it is attributed to him being old as fuck and then just not feeling so great. He can’t be faulted. But as co-passengers in the car, it gets frustrating.

The good news though about the whole trip is that all I had to do was show up. Seriously. I did zero planning. The foodies planned the groceries, wine, meal prep, reservations, wine tastings, and all I did was go. It was pretty frickin’ cool to have zippo responsibilities. Oh, except that I selected the lodging, based on my past research of the area. The place was pretty damn posh and pricey, but I think it was a big hit. We had a great time just hanging out there. I mean, you know me: there’s always gonna be some constructive criticism: unfortunately, the site lacked a hot tub and pool, but other than that, really baller. Oh well, we can’t have it all.

Based on the VRBO pics, I had originally thought the house was a shipping container home, but after speaking with the owner, turns out it was a renovated monster mechanics garage (holding 12 cars), so no pre-fab construction involved. Yeah, kinda thwarted my container home research, but whatev, just as well. One of the wineries we hit up had a lovely tasting room that looked container-home-ish. Upon speaking to the host, I discovered it was a single-wide mobile home?!?!? Wow, just tweak the facade and add an industrial style roof, and you would NEVER suspect something as basis as a mobile home! Amazing. Add it to my list of topics to research for Project Little House.

In terms of connecting with this couple, I will say, Bubs def has much more in common with them. Not only do they share the enjoyment of these finer things in life, they are also very much on the same page re: humor and pop culture references. So yeah, I felt kind of out of it, but then again, you know me: social awkwardness is practically my middle name. I notice the discomfort, but it’s not bad enough to stop me from doing things. I do feel like Bubs invests a lot of time with “my” friends, so every now and then, I ought to return the favor. The rules of marriage and all. 😛

Fortunately, I also have no issues with going off and doing my own thing while they hang and drink and chat. Admittedly, I was pretty distracted. After Marty’s shit and puke bouts in the car, he just looked really off. He was uncomfortable and couldn’t get settled. He was disoriented and I dunno, just out of it. Thankfully, I brought the bag of fluids so we gave him 400 mls while we were there. It helped but I dunno. I’m feeling like the end is near. Needless to say, between that and my cultural illiteracy, I was less engaging than my usual ebullient self. Haha.

Other things we did on the trip: we hit up four wineries (Daou, Booker, Epoch, and Hoage) and had a fantastic dinner at the Hatch in downtown PR. I mean, I thought the food was phenomenal but I only get so excited over food. His friends loved it so much, they couldn’t stop talking about it even well into the next day. Great find, Bubbey.

As for the winery visits, generally, I find wine tastings to be rather stuffy and strange. I much prefer to just get a bottle for the group and enjoy together outside. But his friends are big on the tastings… Thankfully, Paso Robles is much lower key than say, Napa where the hosts are typically all in your face, throwing out all those ridiculous adjectives that don’t even make any sense. To the contrary, these hosts were chill and open to whatever we wanted to do (share a tasting, walk around, hang out, not buy any wines, or whatever), so that was a welcome difference. Also, some of the grounds of these places were so incredibly picturesque. Plus the weather was awesome (very warm but with a consistent cool breeze) and I had a blast wandering around taking pictures.

So to recap, J and I are big fans of Paso Robles, but that said, it’s still 2.5 – 3 hrs. away. So is it still a possible little house weekend/investment property location? Tough to say but probably not: it’s just a tad too far, I think. But this trip def gave us some ideas to churn.[FAG id=7476]

Upcoming Travels

I’m pretty damn stoked that the Southwest Companion Pass is finally within reach. Normally, this elite status is attainable only if you clock 50 round trip flights in one year OR obtain 110,000 points, which is kinda a shit ton of dough, you know what I mean?

With the credit card bonus, I scored 50k points free back in March. But then separately, Southwest ran some insane promo for California this summer, requiring only five round trip flights from July to October. So now I don’t even need the 110k points: I just need the round trips, and with all the crazy sales they’ve been having, Precious will be mine!!  Muhahaha!

So it should come as no surprise that I’m a dork, and I tallied up the cost of the five flights. Some of them were flown solo and a few were with Bubbey but his flights are irrelevant in terms of the promo. Even after all that, the total came under $1500! Obviously, for each trip, there’s lodging and car rental and whatever, so the gross outlay is higher but still, if you just calculate based on the flights, this is a pretty low barrier of entry for a free companion ticket for any Southwest destination through December 31, 2017, right? I’m super psyched.

And speaking of travel deals, my bud N is celebrating her 40th in Big Sky, MT this January. Yup, she is not afraid of heavy duty snow in the mountains in the dead of winter. Anyway, she’s renting out a posh lodge and a bunch of her friends are gathering from all over the country. Bc Bozeman is a smaller airport, there aren’t really direct flights (except from Seattle) and airfare ranges from $300-$600. I was tracking and just waiting for a good price point. But then, N sent me her itinerary, which is uber cray from the East Coast (Wilmington to Charlotte to Nashville to Seattle to Bozeman), and a light went off in my head. Wait, what??? Alaska Air and American Air are partner airlines? It’s pretty fricking tricky bc when you go on the AA site to book an award flight, the default search is just for AA and American Eagle, so then no flights are available. But, if you open the search to partners, all kinds of routes emerge, including several on Alaska. I’m pretty thrilled bc I hardly ever fly AA or Alaska so I’ve had the points just sitting in my account, and now I just eeked out a freebie flight. Woot, woot! Maybe I should work in the travel industry. Hee, hee.

Love is in the Air (but O2 is NOT!)

So Bubs and I were in Aspen, CO to celebrate our 20-year anniversary. We had visited Denver/Boulder several times in the past (Boulder was on our list of places to live), but we’d never been to Aspen. Of course, I was trying to clock in another trip on Southwest, so without a second thought, I booked to DEN figuring we would just drive to Aspen. Well, the trip started off rather rocky. As soon as we arrived, we headed to Fox Rental Car. For some reason, when I was booking our plans, rental car rates were through the roof. Like $800 for four days. I checked EVERYwhere, including my goto Costco Travel codes and nothing. Finally, a few days later, I looked again and I was able to get Fox through Priceline for $300. Fine. Booked.

Well, turns out, there’s a reason Fox is the cheapest. There was a monster line of people, with the wait being an hour plus to the registration desk and then another 25 min waiting for them to pull the car around. Un-fucking-believable. And even more unbelievable, not a damn soul lost his/her cool. Between Bubs and me, I am the calmer one in situations like this, so I did the waiting in line and talking to the rep. But still. It was so damn inefficient and chaotic, I could have sworn we were on a bloopers show. Whatev. Got the car, and oddly, I was the only one taking pics of the car. I mean, if you read the Yelp reviews, Fox charges an extra $150 deposit and many people have complained about not getting it back. Especially with rental car companies, I always take videos/pics of the car before and after. I need proof of the condition just in case. People looked at me like I was cray cray, but heck, when dealing with swindlers, you can never be too cautious about CYA.

Off we went. John researched a little pierogies stop. Seriously, I had forgotten all about those delicious morsels filled with potatos and cheese. John had to remind me that those frozen buggers were a staple in my grad school diet. Jesus, those days where the days when my diet consisted of sub sandwiches, beans/rice, hummus/pita, and these carb-loading fuckers. Damn, my young metabolism was fast. I piled all kinds of fatty foods into my piehole to no consequence whatsoever. All that brain activity just burned everything up. Haha.

Anyway, the drive to Aspen was looong. Not too bad as a passegner considering that I sleep well in moving vehicles. It’s the oddest thing: I have insomnia and cannot sleep in a normal setting but once I’m in a moving vehicle, I totally zonk out. As if I’m drugged. For real. And that level of delirium/drowsiness was even stronger on this trip. I could NOT keep the eyes open to save my fucking life! So surely, I missed all kinds of gorgeous scenery. Actually, it reminded me of our honeymoon in SF in 2003. John had rented a convertible and we were driving down Route 1 along the coast… I mean, the most beautiful drive, right? And shit, I could not stay awake. Fucking lame-ass body.

As we got closer to Aspen, the roads started going higher in elevation (Denver was already 5200 feet) and getting more windy. So of course, I get car sick with the headache and nauseas. I pop a Dramamine (later than recommended) and by the time we reach Independence Pass on the Continental Divide (13,000 ft), I might as well be drunk. We get out of the car, start walking the path to the scenic point, and holy fuck, maybe just 100 meters in, and I am feeling all this pressure in my upper chest. WTF is happening? Light-headed, dizzy, and gasping for air. Fuck it. Let’s get back on the road. We gotta get to lower elevation. That was pretty much the story of this trip.

Once we got to Aspen, it was beautiful and we definitely ventured out into the city, into nearby Snowmass Village, as well as to the famous Maroon Bells. But man, we had all these plans to rent bikes and hike around… nope. All thwarted. We did some exploring but goddamn, we were tired! And that hotel bed was amazing! Limelight Hotel. Awesome. With a bed even more comfy than the Westin bed. For reals. I wrote down the brand of sheets and all. We slept a shit ton. And normally, the younger version of me would be all pissed about that. But shit, as 40 y/os who have seen it all, fuck it. We’re tired and the bed is comfy. Just give in.

Of course, we still tried hard to take advantage of the amenities. Daily breakfast was included and fucking delicious: hot foods, cold foods, fruit, sweets, savories… everything. The pool and hot tubs were amazing… impeccably maintained without the usual annoying over-chlorinated odor. One of the days, we took out the hotel’s Audi Q7, which is available to guests for a 2-hr test drive. That was fun, esp considering our Fox rental car was a POS Ford Focus with zippo power going up the mountains. I know, the Fox guy tried to warn me and upsell me, but dude, I’m already dropping $300 on your shitty business. No way.

Another day, we rode the Aspen bus (so clean and pleasant and also FREE) to Maroon Bells, a famous set of peaks set in a u-shaped basin formed by glaciers. Super cool. We had planned to hike the easy trail around the lake, but it was closed due to moose activity, so kinda a bummer but it was also pretty great spotting two meese brothers. Not as up close as in WY, but still solid.

What else. I learned that Aspen is the most expensive town in the USA. Holy fuck. Anytime I travel anywhere, I pull up Zillow just to scout out real estate prices. Aspen had so many properties like consistently in the $10-15M range. Mindblowing. I mean, it’s def a cool old mining town, but I mean, the big city is so fricking far away… like 3 hrs! If it’s gonna be the most expensive town, it had better have good big city access and amenities. And the landscape was beautiful but I mean, it wasn’t Banff gorgeous or Grand Teton majestic… I guess we were also in the shoulder season. Maybe fall with the changing leaves would be more impressive on the global scale. Or maybe if we were winter sports people… Oh and holy crap, so white. I think the whole time there, I saw one black person and maybe four Asians, including myself. What??

Food was tasty but not blow-your-socks off good. I know, I sound like a lame pu-pu platter. I’ve just traveled so much that it takes a lot to impress me, right? Haha, what a fucking snob! Our anniversary dinner was at some fancy restaurant run by the chef of Nobu. As John’s sister commented earlier, a mountain town with no Asians is probably not the best place to eat sushi… and well, touche. To make matters worse, bc I had an alcoholic bev at the French bistro for Happy Hour beforehand, I think the altitude sickness got triggered again by dinnertime. And unfortunately, we had to rush out of the sushi place bc I seriously thought I was going to barf. I know, I swear to God, we are being taped on the Truman Show. Only us.

Our journey back home was another laborious ordeal. For the entire 3-hr drive back to DEN, it poured rain. We were just feeling so tired that we decided to go home early and try for the earlier flight. Well, Southwest was gonna charge us another $300 pp to hop on the earlier flight so that was a no go. Instead, we hung out at the airport Westin and then walked around the airport… for like 5 hrs. At this point, we were still having labored breathing. So the moral of the story for us? We aren’t rated for high elevation. And it’s time to hit the gym to strengthen our cardio. I mean, the books all say altitude sickness can affect all kinds of people, from young to old from athletes to non-fit people so maybe it’s not a reflection of our physical fitness. But regardless, we’re scared straight. Peru and the Inca Trail is off the bucket list until we can train up our bodies. In the meantime, it feels damn good to be back home breathing all this abundant oxygen again!![FAG id=7472]

Next Round

This evening I took my third and final exam for my series of online real estate classes. Again, all week long, my test anxiety was building up… after I had returned from Palm Desert, I vowed in my head to take the final exam before jetting off to Aspen. Well, here I am late Saturday night/early Sunday morning, and I got ‘er done. Yippee!

I immediately printed out the state license exam application and even though I still have TONS to memorize for the real test, I’m thrilled to just arrive at this next round. I still have my doubts and worries and confidence issues, but like at the Splashtopia water slide, I can’t let those fears stop me.

Meanwhile, my side hustle continues to grow: I scored two new clients this week. Two adorbs munchkins belonging to a lady in MV who was getting her carpets replaced… Her babies– a 13 y/o pudgy poodle named Bubbles and a 7 y/o Yorkie named Pikachu (I always accent the second syllable instead of the first)– came over for two days of daycare, and they were very fun. I just had them yesterday, and already the mom has written me a rover review! Yay!

Last week I also did a (very long) meet and greet with someone who’s boarding her 12 y/o Pomeranian after we return from Aspen. Based on the meet and greet, we have another case similar to Bubble Boy, but I think once the pup’s in my care, it’ll all work out fine. Those helicopter parents, though. They are hard. core.

Bubbey also returned from MD on Thursday. He brought me some more items for my eBay store. Muhaha. I also had some remaining credits to burn with ThredUp. Got my third shipment yesterday: all three items look great. I’m telling you: I cannot bring myself to pay retail for clothing now. This second hand shopping is a game changer for sure.

Ok, time to hit the sack. Morning flight to DEN. At least I can sleep well now that the class test is done! Woot, woot!

We Survived 115!

So I had about $100 in Southwest flight credits set to expire on August 18. Given that I had already been traveling quite I bit, I was just about ready to let that shit expire. But then, you know me: if there is a deal to be had, I do NOT relinquish my Bubbey Bucks easily. Thankfully, I came to my senses just in time to make a quickie trip happen. Yup, Bubbey was back East but I sent Marty off to the sitter, and my gal M joined for a last minute trip to southern California. Yup, SW had been running some great sales, so why not? We flew into Ontario and hit up the Omni Resort in Palm Desert, just east of Palm Springs. I mean, there’s a reason why tickets to the desert are cheap right now: temps were 115F, reaching over 90 by 6am. I pride myself in being quite the salamander, but holy mother of God, that desert heat was no fucking joke.

We were refilling our water bottles nonstop and we STILL couldn’t stay hydrated. We def had our bouts of mild headaches. That said, it was great having two days of R&R by the resort pool. M researched the hotel, and it was a solid find (although she was still disappointed). We played our little cheapie games and scored a room upgrade to lake view. The grounds were immense, complete with their own golf course plus like 3 different pools including a water park called Splashtopia. To our initial dismay, the place was kinda mobbed… something about it being the last weekend before school started up again. Damn kids, right?

Still, that wasn’t gonna stop us. We hit up the water park in the afternoon. I mean, the lazy river was kinda warm bc of all the bodies in the water, but we tubed for a bit, then climbed up for the slides. I’m telling you: I come from a family of people who don’t know how to have fun. I was never a big fan of amusement parks, add to that my recent fear of heights… as we went up the stairs to the top of the slides, I watched the kids fly down the slide. Shit, that thing is windy and fast! I mean, didn’t a kid just get decapitated on a slide? I started getting really stressed standing in line. And then right before her turn, M turned to me and said, “Well, if something happens, it was great knowing you. Have a nice life!” Oh shit lady, you did NOT just say goodbye as I’m internally freaking the fuck out.

I suppose one of my good qualities though is that even when I’m scared or uncomfortable or uneasy, I try really hard not to let those negative energies paralyze me. I’m up? Ok, it’s go time. So I flew down that damn slide on my back (how are people able to sit upright the whole way down??), zipping through the twists and turns and then at the end, I got dumped into the pool. I mean, I’ve never been a strong swimmer or a person comfortable in deep water. So I did NOT have the wherewithal to hold my breath. In other words, I ate it big time and got a shit ton of water up my nose and down my throat. Whew. Glad that’s over!

Of course, just my luck, M LOVED it and immediately started clamoring to go on the other slide. Fuck, really? Ok. Same drill. Meanwhile, I’m watching all the little kids and they are having the time of their lives. No fear.

Well, like they say, “Fake it til you make it.” Again, like a dumb ass, I gulped down a ton of water at the exit. In retrospect, there were seconds of the experience that were kinda thrilling, and I’m glad I did it. But shit, I was so ready to return to the adult-only pool!

Later that day, we hit up the supermarket and picked up some snacks and munchies to chill out on the patio. The sliced cheese melted pretty damn fast and sweat got into my eyes, causing them to burn. Jesus, I got too many problems!

All in all, it was a short getaway, but we still did a lot. Esp if you consider how our bodies were just trying to survive in the deadly heat. I can’t believe that John and I used to have Palm Springs on our list of possible places to live. No more. Bc shit: I cannot live in a place where, should my car break down or my power goes out, I could DIE in a matter of minutes or hours. That level of hot is crazy dangerous.

That said, for vacay? Hellz yeah. It’s a decent destination for an escape, maybe just not during summer. We enjoyed several tasty meals, browsed around in a few shops (plus the outlets), and most importantly, clocked in some serious pool time… all while chatting away nonstop. Oh and if you can imagine: M even prepped for a job interview and then did the interview over Skype! Without skipping a beat. Hehe. Good times, for sure.[FAG id=7470]

Celebrity Insights

Even though BlogHer was a bit of a disappointment, J and I had a great trip down in LA. It had been a few months since we’d last traveled together (London/Paris in April), so it was a good exercise in re-assimilating so to speak. 🙂

In addition, I got a chance to catch up with my BlogHer crew (third reunion!): Jennifer from Diary of a Working Woman and Evelyn from Mommy Mafia. Let me tell you, these ladies know how to work the blogging/branding game. For reals. They are always raking in the affiliates dough and driving around in fancy sponsored SUVs and shit. 🙂 Real life hustlers. We met up on Day 2 for breakky, lunch, and the Conga Room afterparty. These ladies are too much fun.

Holy crap, I dunno what is in the air down in LA, but I got carded. TWICE. I mean, I guess I’m supposed to be all flattered and shit, but are you for real? I just turned 40, y’all. Pipe it down. Maybe some people are just clueless. Honestly, it reminds me of Marty at the dog park. Homeboy is fucking SIXTEEN years old, and I STILL get people asking me if he’s a puppy. Seriously, I was just asked that question last week. I mean, at first, I was like, ok who are these clueless, non-dog people, but the last time, the person was a dog owner!! I know, WTF right??? Oh well, makes for a good story, anyway.

So yeah, like Marty, I was freaking age-checked. I’m thinking it’s that mid-life crisis side shave. Funny thing, I got several compliments on my hair at the conference. For someone who’s pretty much a lifelong socially-awkward person, yes, that shit is music to my ears!!  Maybe my black Camuto heels (from Schoola) also helped to promote the badass facade. Haha.

So despite the shitty conference sessions, BlogHer still got my brain churning. On Day 1, we heard from Sarah Michelle Geller who just started a baking goods startup called Foodstirs. She made some interesting observations about how pitching to VCs is totally different than auditioning for acting roles. There was a huge learning curve for her, but she really embraced the experience with a great attitude, focusing on doing new things and taking risks in new arenas. Turns out, her hubby, actor Freddie Prinze, Jr. went to cooking school and recently published a new cookbook. He was at the conference too. The lines for him were monster and sadly, like the rest of us, the dude is getting old. 🙁

After SMG, Sheryl Crow talked about how cancer changed her life. She admitted to doing the whole fame/vanity thing and being totally blindsided by her illness. She also made some interesting points about 1) using tech to our medical/health advantage. Apparently, there’s a new technology that can detect breast cancer like up to 15 months sooner than with the old tech. 2) She also talked about how women often take on too much in their roles as caretakers. This allows too much stress into our lives, so we really need to set stricter boundaries to gatekeep that toxic crap.

We then heard from Kdash. It’s funny bc I really didn’t know what to expect from Kim. I will say, despite her insane celebrity, she came across quite ordinary. I wasn’t particularly enamored or smitten or inspired by her talk, but I did appreciate her overall ease… I mean, she talked a lot about how much she relies on her friends for advice and expertise. And she was remarkably chill about the haters. She admitted that it used to bother her a ton, but now that she has such great support from Kanye, it bothers her less. And to all the haters who insist that she has zero talent, she smartly countered, “Well, yeah, if you think that all I do is sit and play in front of my computer, then heck, I guess my work is just that easy, right? I get paid for doing nothing… And yet, I’m still driving the same car; I’m still living the same lifestyle.” That’s the thing. It’s so easy to dismiss people who are “successful.” I’ve seen it so many times. Like, I used to totally swoon about Martha Stewart and her “empire.” Then J would say some shit like, “Oh, she has this whole team that does everything. She doesn’t actually do any of the real work.” Uh, excuse me, but do people say the same shit for Emeril or for successful male celebrities? No! Their successes are almost always attributed solely to them, but for some reason, with women, their success is attributed to other people. So fucking annoying. I mean that shit just happened this week even what that Syrian refugee swimmer winning the gold medal and the news announcer going on and on, giving her hubby all the credit. Did the hubby swim the fucking race? No. Give credit where it’s due, people.

Sure, with Martha maybe there is a team working behind the scenes, but then admit that there’s a tribe on both sides, for both famous men AND famous women. At the end of the day, as someone who used to work in social media, I gotta give Kdash props for keeping up with the gabillion social media platforms she’s on… that shit is inundating and exhausting and as far as I can tell, she’s crafting her own posts.

Anyway, I’m not saying I’m a diehard Kdash fan, but like I’ve said before, as with all celebrities, I always see glimpses of me (us) in them. I was definitely disappointed (though not entirely surprised) that she doesn’t identify herself as “feminist.” Still, I admire her hustle and her unapologetic attitude of doing what makes her happy.

On Day 2, I sat in on the lunch keynote with Mayim Bialik. I don’t watch BBT at all, and I’m not really that familiar with Mayim, even from her Blossom days, but she had a really fascinating Q&A. Like Kim, she came across very self-aware, and I loved how she described herself as being super hippy and crunchy and granola and “that’s ok.” I was surprised that in spite of her extreme choices, she is pretty open about letting other people decide for themselves. That’s not often the case for people at the extremes. Like Mayim breastfed until super late, but she admitted, “If that’s not right for you, fine!” Similarly, she is vegan, but if you aren’t, great!

She recently launched an online project called GrokNation. And she shared several funny stories about being a marketing agent’s worst nightmare. Like the branding person kept asking her what was going to be her niche; advising that she focus the site on a few key areas. But Mayim refused to be limited: she wanted to talk about everything and anything, bc those are the thoughts swimming around in her head! I love that attitude! I mean, we are complicated beings; why should be put ourselves into neat little boxes, right?

She also admitted that she’s not super sparkly and appealing in the conventional celebrity sense, but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to create her own online space. From her path as an awkward child, who turned into an awkward teen, who turned into an awkward public adult… She knows herself, and she selects projects on her own terms. She doesn’t follow the formula, bc she gives herself permission to deviate and to experiment. Pretty frickin’ inspiring!

I wonder how her insights might apply to my life. For example, I frequently flip flop about focusing my blog on a specific niche in order to better monetize and market it. On the other hand, I also feel compelled to simply write about whatever I want, bc like her, all that shit is swimming around muddled in my head! Unlike Mayim though, I don’t have the same confidence to pick one way and just go forward with it. Instead, I want it all: I want to be a savvy marketer AND I also want to write about whatever. Ugh. And curiously, I’ve been like that with my professional/career path: I choose one way but then all the while, I constantly gauge my success by standards that apply for the other path. Basically, no matter what, I always lose and I always fail.

Mayim also shared some entertaining stories about her mother: Apparently, her mom is her biggest fan. She gushes on and on about how talented and beautiful Mayim is, and whenever her mom catches wind about so-and-so scoring a contract with Louis Vuitton, her mom calls Mayim all incredulous, asking, “Why didn’t LV approach YOU to be the face of the brand? What’s wrong with those people?”

It’s so interesting to hear about that level of parental support. My parents were always like, “So-and-so are doing this and that. Why aren’t you as good them? Why aren’t you doing all these amazing successful things?” But with Mayim’s mom, the position is kinda reversed. Her mom is in complete disbelief that the world doesn’t see the awesomeness and beauty that she sees. That pretty much blows my mind, and it really makes me wonder how parenting shapes a child’s development, growth, and confidence. Wow. What a concept to celebrate differences as better rather than lesser.