The Healdsburg Adventure Continues….

Being Fabulous, Career, Casual Luxury, Event Planning, Healdsburg, Jet setting, San Francisco, Travel, Wine Country

Continued from En Route to Healdsburg: Sonoma County Styling

This would be one of my last trips up here until the big day. This ‘big day’ I speak of happens to be a wedding. Planning parties is what I do. Even though I had been trained by the best in the field, I was a natural. If there was one thing that I can rightfully say flows through my blood, it’s the art of throwing a damn good soiree.

I liked event planning. It was a constantly changing environment. My one qualm? Well, in fact there were two things that kept me from pursuing event planning as my full-time métier. One, my weekends, and two, I have taste, and lets face it, there are not many that posses this ever so important trait. I guess that’s why they hire me. I’m a very strong personality and rolling over on my back because some bride wants hot pink was something I was uninterested in doing. You hire me for my taste and keen attention to detail, not as your personal assistant that must agree with your every whim and desire.

This trip, however, I was meeting with one of the more elegant woman I have ever met. She was young, and from a long-standing Kentucky family. She was fabulous.

Awake and ready for the day, I put on my brand new Chanel dress that screamed wine country, a pair of wedges, and an over-sized yellow leather weekend bag. Feeling fantastic, I strutted down to the car that was waiting just outside the lobby. Coffee and a croissant from the French bakery awaited my arrival. If there was one thing I would never give up in my morning routine, regardless of where I was, it was coffee. Coffee was one of those things that just felt right. It was settling and stimulating all at the same time.

As I sat in the car on the way to Wine Country Rentals, a fabulous party rental company in Sonoma, that feeling of nostalgia, I had noticed, disappeared. It was as if I had awoke in a new city with a new perspective. Oh wait, I had.

Once at the rental studio, I stood outside savoring what was left of my caffeine, making sure I drank every last drop. A woman appeared from around the corner, carrying an over-sized Gucci satchel and wearing over-sized Chanel glasses that almost covered her entire face. Her mother and groom trailed behind. The height of her wedge competed with mine, but I wasn’t going to skip a beat over it.

We needed to choose place settings, bars, lounge furniture and anything else we liked. Interior/exterior design was part of the job…didn’t you know?

After spending over 2 hours at the rental spot, and 2 bars, 4 vintage benches, a place setting, and god knows what else, we were late, but on our way to our food tasting. This was what I had been waiting for all day. Now, just wait until you hear this menu….

To be continued….

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En Route to Healdsburg: Sonomoa County Styling

Career, Casual Luxury, Event Planning, Healdsburg, San Francisco, Travel, Uncategorized, Wine Country

Another day, another adventure. Some go to the office day in and day out, I am not part of that ‘some’. I live a very different life, as many of you know. Sometimes I work in an office, sometimes in another city, sometimes on another continent. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Constant change was something I craved. There was nothing I feared more than stagnation. It scared me. And that is the last I shall speak of my fears.

For this excursion, I was en route to Healdsburg, a small town in the heart of Wine Country.

Golden Gate Bridge Lights

Exhausted. I sat in the back of the car watching the lights of the Golden Gate bridge appear brighter every second. It was going to be a long ride. My plane had been delayed due to ‘treacherous’ San Francisco weather. Naturally, a cocktail was in order. 4 hours of travelling later, and there I sat in the back of a black chauffeured tahoe taking me to my next destination. I requested there be a bottle of wine in the back of the car, because, God knows I needed it after that trip.

I sipped on some of Sonoma’s finest, and proceeded to continue watching the episode of Downton Abbey that had been interrupted by the landing. It was 11pm. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to turn off. I had been a tad bit nostalgic all day, and I had been fighting with myself to pinpoint exactly where this emotion was coming from.  I couldn’t. Regardless, I wasn’t going to try and analyze my brain at this moment in time. I was going to turn it off, and indulge in a world of luxurious decadence. A type of decadence and formality that didn’t exist anymore. Sometimes I felt that I was better suited for a time long ago, but then I wake up and realize that my life resides in casual luxury, and there was nothing I was more right for.

A two hour car ride, a quick and very necessary stop at In N’ Out, and I would arrive at my country classic hotel in the heart of Healdsburg. A girl’s got to have her hamburger.

Healdsburg is one of those places that you visit when you have been married and would like a quiet evening and a delectable dinner with your honey. It was a ghost town when I arrived, which did not help this feeling I could not defeat. It was a rare feeling, but one that I had been feeling lately. I didn’t like it, and it surely didn’t suit my lifestyle. In any case, I had to lay my head to sleep. Tomorrow would prove to be a very trying day, a fun day, filled with duck confit and fine wines from the area, but nonetheless exhausting. Work is work , after all. 🙂

To be continued….

The Start to a San Diego Weekend Affair: Downtown SD

Cocktails, Fluxx, Nightlife, San Diego, San Diego Bars, San Diego Nighclubs, Uncategorized

Let’s change things up a little bit. The weather is heating up and summer is almost here. San Diego is the perfect town for a perfect summer. When you live like we do, San Diego is nothing but a playground. Between Downtown San Diego and Encinitas, this city is our oyster.

Even though I’m breaking the Whistler tale up with something else, it is all in good fun. Enjoy.

Friday. The weekend was finally upon us. I, like the genius I am, was somehow able to lock myself out of my apartment and out of my car. Now what? There was nothing else to do but hit the gym. Thank god I was in workout clothes. While waiting for my roommate to return and save the day, I got in a decent sweat session. This was going to be very necessary for the weekend ahead that was going to be filled with lush indulgences.

Saved. My roommate appeared, bright-eyed and ready to go, my keys in hand. We like to start off our weekends right. A bottle of chardonnay and a hot tub are the perfect pair for a perfect start. Feeling relaxed and enjoying the effects of the chardonnay, we headed back upstairs to prepare for the night and await the arrival of one of the most fantastic people I know, Mr. Casey Deane. Casey was a hot shot on the Hollywood scene and full of positive vibes. He was the male personality equivalent to me, or so I’ve heard.  Casey and I were friends, and occasional lovers. He was full of life, and between the two of us, we were a double barrel of good times and laughter.

Once arrived and settled in, it was time to head out. We were the ideal menage a trois, and we all loved to over indulge. El Vitral was one of our favorite spots to start off any great evening. The food is delectable, and the margaritas are deceiving. Two margaritas, a shot of Grand Centenario, and the night was approaching full speed.

Basic. Boom. It was more mellow than usual, but we stopped in for drinks on the house. My roommate and I were regulars. Bootlegger. Boom. It was packed. Casey, although an LA guy, happened to know half the people in the place, or rather, they knew him. A girl from across the bar  waddled her way over to where Casey and I were standing. She smiled. He asked, “Do I know you?” I laughed. It was a series of both confused and amused facial expressions. Apparently she knew him from high school. Casey remained unsure, but humored her with an, “oh yea! Heyyyyy!” Sometimes the best thing to do is just go with the flow. That’s how I do it.

After a refreshing Corona and yet, another tequila shot, we headed off into the night. Each time we stepped out of a place our steps became faster and our laughs became louder. It was on. We were competing with time. How many places could we get to before 2am? It was go time.

After walking a few blocks into the middle of it all, 5th and Market, we spotted a new place called BarleyMash. This place recently took over the old Whiskey Girl, and needless to say, my roommate and I were happy about it. The one time we had stepped foot into that establishment, we choked on the fog that engulfed the dance floor and almost got trampled by ineligible men. BarleyMash is a lot different. The new and improved venue is open and fresh, the walls adorned with series of TVs. Pool tables and a big long bar filled the place. It was a sport bar enthusiasts dream. . Naturally, a drink was in order. Because of the tequila, we opted for a beer. We scoped the place out together, each snickering comments at one another. It was decent people watching, but after that beer, something changed in all of us….uh oh.

It was time to get “Fluxxed up” as many “people” say, and that was exactly what we did. We strutted up to the place. The ground shook beneath us, the music was so loud. Casey, a natural born scenester, knew the doorman before we could even step up to the plate. Pretty fantastic, if you ask me. There are not a lot of guys out there that have the charisma to take over a single town in one night. I happen to know a few, and Casey, was one of the best.

That shining light is Flo Rida holding a bottle of Dom, while all the ‘bitches’ are called up to the stage. Smooth Flo.

Flo Rida? Seriously? Yes, yes it was. We walked into a full blown concert. Bitches were booty shaking all over the place. Just another casual Friday night in San Diego. We all looked at each other…we were all thinking the same thing, “We crush life.”

Once we had had enough of the bootyshakin bitches and crystal clad douchebags, we knew there was one more spot we had to introduce to Casey. Granted, as loaded up on tequila as we were, we could have probably skipped it and been just fine. But, no, we like to live competitively. I do believe Daft Punk had a thing or two to say about “celebrating one more time.”

Prohibition is an awesome San Diego speak-easy. It’s an underground bar that sits behind a door labeled, “Offices of Stanley Moore.” (Or is it? ;)) Little do most know, that behind those doors are some of the most talented mixologists in Southern California. We rang the doorbell. All of us stood (perhaps slightly wobbly), anxious to be let in. A beautiful tattooed hostess opened, and ushered us inside. It was 1:15am, but the night wasn’t over. Now its time to name your poison. The two moustached men behind the bar concocted tantalizing cocktails that you wish you could drink forever. You’ve really never tasted anything so good. Who needs dessert when a cocktail will do just fine? I’m pretty sure at one point, Casey turned to the bartender, complemented his moustache and persisted to exclaim that this was the best cocktail he had ever tasted. It was far more dramatic than it needed to be, but, hey, lets be honest, when life hands you the best cocktail you’ve ever tasted, coupled with fantastic company, enthusiasm is the only manner in which one should react.

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We closed the place down.

As we trekked the mere two blocks to our infamous apartment, it could not have been more clear to everyone we passed that we were loving life more and more with each step we took. As usual, smiles never left any of our faces for a minute. Well, except for the sneers and snickering, and the fact I only got the crust of the pizza, but all in good fun. 🙂

Back up at our place, the bustling of people slowed and the music died down. The three of us however, had a plethora of topics to continue discussing while we watched the lights of the city dim down and the drunkies attempt to make their way back home.

It was just the beginning, but it had been a pretty damn good one for a casual Friday night in good ol’ San Diego.

Deep Into the Belly of the Fish

Being Fabulous, Nightlife, Relationships, Ski Adventures, Travel, Uncategorized

Back to reality, and wandering through the village, we made the necessary rounds. The Beagle looked a little lonely, so we decided to pop in for a quickie. A little warm up to the main event, if you will. You always want a practice run, just so you know what kind of night this may or may not turn out to be. The Beagle was dead. In. Out. On to the next.

Naturally, Maxx Fish had a line around the corner. NBD. We got this handled. Slip a little something something to the door man, and you were in.

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Time to take it off. Coats checked. We descended into the belly of the Fish. Electronic beats sounded through the place. The room was overflowing with colossal amounts  energy. Maxx Fish had a great vibe. It was a large place that was separated into two different rooms. One room housed a huge round bar, and prime dancing space. In the back of the space, sat another sneaky bar with lots of couches throughout the area that you could just sink into. To the back we went.

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Beers in hand and ready to get aggressive. Spotted. Prime dancing real estate. There was a platform that sat above a couch and underneath an arch. It overlooked the entire place. Fantastic. We all ascended to the dancers throne. The club was beneath us, and we were on top of the world. I felt that way at least. The good times were getting better. Love, laughter, and lude behavior. It was happening. Not once during the entire night did the smiles disappear off any of our faces.

This was just part of living, enjoying, existing.

Like a perfect melody, we were all so in sync with one another. It was like the stars had aligned themselves, and we were a crew made in heaven. Our energy was infectious.

I love to dance, but there is only so much parading I can do. Sometimes you just want to relax, converse, and let it all sink in. I descended from the throne, and let the others take over. I slipped away.

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Without anyone noticing, which was naturally my intention, I walked up into the chilling cold. The music trailed behind me, becoming quieter and quieter with every step I took away from the Fish. It was snowing, but I was warm. I looked up at the two majestic mountains that towered above me.

“Tomorrow,” I thought to myself. But that was it. I was living in the present, so let’s get back to it.

After my moment in silence, I decided to rejoin the others. I rescinded into the belly, and sunk myself into a big brown leather couch. I had been spotted. Brynn joined me, and two fantastic gentlemen I had seen upstairs approached us with guns loaded. You know that look that guys have when they are preying upon you. Sometimes the guy just looks like a creep, sometimes they can pull it off. These guys could pull it off.

As intriguing as any man could be in that moment, I wasn’t really in the mood, so I let Brynn take control. Sometimes you just have to give it up. Let’s face it, I knew what I was looking for, and I wasn’t seeing it. I was in my zone. My world. Happy. Just me.

As any of my friends would say, when I find someone I actually have taken a fancy to, it’s a miracle. I can go on a million dates, and never find that single person that lights my fire. You know how some girls can just force themselves to like a guy, just for the sake of liking a guy? Yea, that’s not me. I don’t even try. Why would I? If you don’t intrigue me within the first 10 minutes of speaking, you should probably just give up now.

I’m not trying to be sassy here, its just the truth. I would never lie to myself.

I glanced around at all my friends. How lucky was I? I had some of the most fabulous people in the world as my friends. So filled with life. If only people could always be this happy right?

As I sat there and watched Brynn light up with smiles and laughter, I spotted the Aussie out of the corner of my eye. By the looks of it, he had become very aware  of my presence as well….