We came. We saw. We conquered. Me and my pals Yvette, Sierra and Tyler traveled to Munich for Oktoberfest, which was something I always wanted to experience but wasn’t certain if I’d ever find the time to visit. We also had a quick jaunt in Londontown. These were two destinations that I can now cross off my bucket list. Read the nitty gritty of my adventure in my latest travel log.
DAY ONE: Thursday, Sept. 29
After a more than 11-hour flight that began the night before, I was eager to get off the plane and see what Munich was all about. I exited the airport determined not to freak out, as I had to buy a train ticket and get on the correct train, then take a bus, to our Airbnb located about an hour away. Of course, everything was in German but a kind gentleman helped me pay for my ticket and pointed me in the direction of the correct train. More confusion ensued as I exited the train looking for the bus that would take me within a block of the Airbnb. After asking a few people, I finally found the bus stop and made me way on board a short while later. I arrived safely at the one-bedroom apartment about 15 minutes later, and seized the moment to catch my breath and relax while I waited for my bestie, Yvette, to arrive. Local TV was broadcasting live from Oktoberfest, which got me juiced for the festivities that would take place the next day. I also caught an episode of “The Simpsons,” in German, of course. A few hours later, Yvette made it to the Airbnb. We ventured out to find a walkable biergarten and came up short, so we took the bus back near the train station to grab some grub. We settled on an Italian restaurant called Da Peppo. I know, I know. We didn’t come all that way to just eat Italian food, but it was all that we could find open that late in the evening. I will say that I was surprised at how tasty the pizza was. We washed it down with ice cold German beers, which made up for the lack of authentic local fare. Next door was a divey bar, so we stopped there for a couple of drinks. Our friends Toccara and Tyler joined us there. We were tired from travel and needed to prepare for Oktoberfest the next morning, so we headed home to the Airbnb.
Read more about my exciting European vacation after the jump!
I’ve long wanted to visit Portland, Oregon (“Portlandia” is my jam and I’ve heard such great things about the city), so when my friends Sierra and Jesse moved to neighboring Vancouver, Washington, I really had an excuse to visit. Read all that went down during this jam-packed weekender in my most recent Travel Log.
DAY ONE: Friday, Aug. 12
When I touched down late that night, I couldn’t wait to plant my feet on that deliciously retro PDX carpet. I immediately caught the gaze of one woman who was staring intently at me like I was a unicorn, so that was real fun. By the way, Portland has all of five Black people total, and I’ll just leave this clip about its unsavory past here. But I digress. My pals Sierra, Yvette and Khalid were waiting for me when I exited the airport. We took a short drive to Sierra’s house in Vancouver, Washington, to drop off our luggage, and then headed to a divey bar that had karaoke. I tried a tasty Ace Pineapple Cider, knowing that I had to take it easy to prepare for the Vancouver Brewfest the following day (more on that later…). A kindly redheaded man asked me to sing “Summer Nights” from “Grease” with him, and I obliged. And Yvette shut the whole place down with a soulful rendition of Journey’s “Separate Ways.” All in all, a nice introduction to Vancouver, which is all about “big trucks, bebes and big attitudes,” according to Jesse.
Read more about my amazing Pacific Northwest weekender after the jump!
We’re in the height of summertime, and I’ve got a sudden burst of wanderlust. OK, OK. It’s probably brought on by a tinge of jealousy with my friends posting pictures of their international trips and poolside weekenders on the ‘Gram. My last trip abroad was to Spain and Portugal with my guy in December 2013, so I’m long overdue for a vacation. Or maybe not even a full-fledged vacation that requires a passport, flights and hotel accommodations. I think I just need a good old-fashioned adventure. Perhaps even a weekend romp around the city. I just love the sentiment of this “Peter Pan” quote. May this Wednesday Word No. 25, courtesy of LuckySkye, encourage you to never stop seeking out merriment, wonder and surprise. That’s what I think of when I read this quote. It’s easy to get stuck in a rut and only focus on keeping your head above water, but there’s more to life than work, work and even more work. For that reason, this weekend you can find me out loving life. How exactly that looks has yet to be determined, but trust that I won’t be worrying about a darned thing.
To get inspired by previous Wednesday Word posts, click here.
My guy and I had a wild time — literally and figuratively — yesterday at his company’s family and friends day at a property in Pacific Palisades, Calif. We were treated to a Tommy’s food truck, a magic show and other excitements, but the petting zoo was the highlight for me, by far.
How could your heart not melt for these sweet faces?
But don’t let that fool you. This horned fella was rambunctious and later head-butted an unassuming sheep for no reason at all. Totes McGotes out of control!
See more of my shenanigans after the jump!
You may remember my “30 New Adventures While I’m 30” post from my birthday in July. Well, I’m slowly chipping away at these fun ideas, the first one being to go to a game show.
So this happened a few weeks ago. I went to a super spur-of-the-moment audition for a new game show called “Celebrity Name Game” with my friend, Brichet, in Hollywood. Think “The $25,000 Pyramid” meets “Taboo.” The show is produced by Courteney Cox and David Arquette, hosted by Craig Ferguson, and features a revolving door of B-list talent helping two pairs of friends/lovers/co-workers/etc. compete for $10,000. A couple weeks prior to that, I went to a taping of the show with my roll dawg, Zita. Actress Vivica A. Fox and Nev Schulman of “Catfish” were the celebrities for the three tapings we sat through.
The audition went down at Sunset Bronson Studios, and it happened so quickly. OK, not that fast because we were there for like an hour and a half. But we literally were given 30 seconds to wow the producers with fun facts about ourselves. Mine, of course, included that I’m a starving writer/editor/blogger who loves her furbaby, Berkeley Buster DeVoe, to pieces.
Apparently we church girls weren’t interesting enough for them and didn’t get a call back. Oh well. We tried. Fingers crossed that we get called back for a different show audition though!
Ah, at least I got to see this beauty on the way to the car.
Last week, I got a chance to run wild with my bestie, Yvette, at the Exploratorium at Pier 15 in San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf. Every first Thursday of the month, the museum hosts its “After Dark” event, which invites adults inside for a night of frivolity, exploration and light drinking, if that’s your cup of tea. If you happen to find yourself in the Bay Area around the same time, run, don’t walk, to the Exploratorium.
This exhibit projected images of our moving bodies onto this huge screen. That’s me with my arm raised in the top picture.
Here I am waiting to see what this “Love Shack” was all about.
Vetty balances a peacock feather on her chin while holding a cold one in her hand. Now that’s what I call talent. Those discs and sticks were in high demand, so be sure to snatch one up if you go! Word to the wise.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fliest duo of them all? A rhetorical question, ’cause obviously it’s us.
See more shenanigans after the jump!
The day has come! I’m officially 30 years old today! It feels pretty weird writing that since I don’t “feel” 30, but I’m looking forward to all that my thirties have to offer. I bid a bittersweet farewell to my twenties, with all the great memories, heartbreaks, disappointments, triumphs and lessons learned. I’m hopeful for all that awaits me in this next decade of my life: adventure, career changes, love, peace, happiness, assurance — I want it all. With that being said, I present to you 30 New Adventures While I’m 30. Follow me on this journey as I make these aspirations a reality.
Read all about it after the jump!
If last Saturday was any indication of the summer fun that lies ahead, I need to brace myself for a wild one! My gals from the Bay Area came down for the Broccoli City Festival, where the now grown-and-sexy (and newly liberated from her crazy record contract) JoJo was headlining. Overall, we had a great, low-key time.
But first a full-body shot. A crop top, breezy high-low skirt and sandals were in order to brave the 90-degree scorcher.
Me and the bestie boo.
This post is super late, but the memories I have from Spain, Portugal and Gibraltar are clear as day, as if they happened yesterday. In mid-December, I traveled abroad with the boo-ski and his mom. His family spent Christmas there, but I flew back to the States in time to spend the holiday with my family and friends. Long story short, my European vacation was ridiculously fun. Here are some of the highlights of my weeklong stay abroad.
After enduring what felt like THE longest layover known to mankind in Amsterdam, I arrived in Málaga, Spain, on Monday night. It’s located near the south of the country, near the Mediterranean Sea.
File this one under “hometown tourist,” as this is one of the things I’ve been wanting to see but have never gotten around to. This past Friday night I met up with my pal, Zita, in the Miracle Mile for a night of dive bars and exploration. Little did I know, we would pass the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and one of the most enviable photo-opp venues in the city: the lampposts, also known as the “Urban Light” installation from Chris Burden.
Just gorgeous. The photo, of course, pales in comparison to the spot’s true beauty.
Interestingly enough, this large-scale assemblage sculpture consists of 202 restored street lamps from the 1920s and 1930s — the majority of which once lit Southern California streets.
Seeing the sparkle of the lights across the clear night sky just does something for my peace of mind.
And then there was a whole lot of this.
Can’t forget about this either.