January 2010
48 posts
And Then This Happened
I am single. I get it. And frankly, I like it that way. 99.9% of the time. But seriously, this week is getting precariously close to pushing me over the edge from “happy single girl” to “maniacal, lonely lady.” First, there are the emails about my article. Most are sweet. But many are from women significantly older than me with the basic message of “we get where you’re coming from girlfriend-...
Morning Phone Call
Apparently being unable to hear someone over the phone is hereditary.
My Mom: So your Dad is going to be in Charlotte today for a meeting and if it snows tonight, he and Wayne may be staying at your house because they won’t be able to get back here.
Me: Who is Dwayne?
My Mom: Wayne?
Me: Yeah, who is Dwayne?
My Mom: No. Wayne. His name is Wayne.
Me: Dwayne?
My Mom: WAYNE!
Me: Oh. Ok....
Yesterday morning as I was driving to work, I was chatting on the phone with my mom. She asked me about what kind of response I was getting to my recent article on dating. I told her a big one. Bigger than any response I’ve ever received in four years of magazine editing and six years of magazine writing. She asked me how that made me feel. And I couldn’t think of the word for it. I mean, there...
This morning I woke up at 4:15 EST because a guy with a drink cart rammed into me on his way up the aisle of my flight. At 5:30, I landed in Charlotte and then chilled on a plane for half an hour because customs didn’t open until 6 a.m. At 7:45 I unpacked a bag that smelled like a locker room. At 8 I took a shower that, while more effective than any shower I’ve taken in the last week,...
Circus
This trip has been one totally confusing moment after another. Tonight, Katie kissed our waiter good bye after dinner. That was a first. No idea how that happened. Last night a strange man sat down at our table at the bar and announced to me `You are beautiful. Congratulations.´And then proceeded to yell at Christy that she was Brazilian and shoved Katie when she told him to stop smelling me. You...
Today we had lunch at a brothel.
Katie and I had chicken sandwiches, Christy had a ham and cheese baguette and we all enjoyed watching various couples pair off and leave. For the most part, I don´t see too many prostitutes so lunch was a little more entertaining that my usual mid day meal.
Obviously, this was by accident. The language barrier here is a bit of a struggle most of the time. There...
I dated people and wrote about it. →
As I´ve mentioned writing this article about a gazillion times on here, I thought I´d share it now.
Enjoy.
Please don´t judge me.
So, if you ever have the chance to celebrate a birthday in Rio de Janeiro with two of your closest friends, I highly recommend it. My day yesterday:
9 am: Roll over to Katie and Christy singing probably the world´s worst rendition of happy birthday.
9:10: Eat cheese-centered breakfast looking out over the sunny Atlantic.
9:30: Place most expensive phone call of all time to my parents....
I turn 28 today.
I don´t know why, but this is the first time the age of a birthday has me feeling slightly old. (Actually, I might have a feeling why. It might be because my 26.5-year-old friend Katie keeps saying ´whoa, Sarah, can you believe you´re 28? That is old!´This morning, when I woke up, I rolled over and saw Katie in the bed next to mine. She opened her eyes and said ´Happy birthday,...
Confession: I´m a bohemian wannabe.
In real life, I´m not bohemian at all. I have a nine to five (Ok, not five at all. But on some really good days, 5:45) job. I purchased half my home furnishings at Pottery Barn. And I have a secret adoration of the sales rack at Banana Republic.
See? Not boho at all.
But in my fantasies, I would give a gypsy a run for her money and if I´d lived in Paris in...
I have big dreams of posting photos soon, but for now my five favorite (unexpected) things about Rio in no particular order:
1. Cheese, glorious cheese. It´s everywhere. Any sandwich, dish, or food item includes cheese. As someone with an undying passion for brie and an adoration of camembert that borders on unhealthy, you can imagine the pure bliss of discovering a city that can´t seem to resist...
`If I had a blog, this is what I would blog about Brazil: 1. Guys wear speedos with t-shirts when they walk down the street. 2. People wear fanny packs. 3. I´m drunk. [long pause for excessive laughter] 4. Guys combine jean shorts with cargos. That´s my worst nightmare. 5. Girls wear thongs. In public.` - Katie
I´m hoping Katie creates a blog soon. I imagine with gems like this it will have a...
My Plane Ride. (Alternate Title: The Time I Almost...
10 hours in the air, plus forty-five minutes in a cab and I´m to Copacabana Beach. It´s awesome. The flight was not. The following things happened.
1. I originally sat next to a guy who looked about my age and was apparently a grad student at Columbia, judging from his frantic web site and email checking prior to take off. As soon as he had to turn off his computer though he pulled out a book...
Daily Confession #2
I have serious problems with mixing up famous sayings. I’ll often combine two or just get one totally wrong. It’s a problem. For example, a friend was once telling me about opting to apply to several different graduate programs instead of just one—I told her it was good she wasn’t “putting all her hens in one hen house.” “Do you mean eggs in one basket?” she asked. Right. Yeah. That. Another...
I’ve been thinking about adding some kind of daily aspect to my blog—some form of consistency, if you will. I considered “Your Daily Dachshund,” but then decided that would probably be the nail in the proverbial coffin of my permanent state of singledom. And I really didn’t want it to be anything that was too much work. For awhile last year I tried “Collage...
so-calledwriter asked: What are you looking for in a man? No seriously. Think about it long and hard.
quarterlifeincharlotte asked: When does your article on dating in the CLT come out? I've certainly gotten myself into quite hilarious (for lack of a better word) situations, and am excited to hear your take on it!
Anonymous asked: What did you have for dinner?
Ask Away →
I can only imagine that there are thousands of people out there just waiting for the opportunity to ask me about how I was able to not only find the world’s best looking dachshund, but then make her mine. And other such questions.
So, I’m opening the floor. Click on that little link and ask me questions to your heart’s content. But, if you must know, it was simply fate that...
Vaccinated
This morning I had to get a shot. I’ll try to whine minimally about this. I’d been complaining for days, saying I was going to get a Hepatitis A shot, a Yellow Fever shot, and a H1N1 shot. Turns out I was wrong. I have all my Hep A shots and Yellow Fever isn’t a problem in Rio. So I just got H1N1. Then I called anyone who would listen to me complain about how much my arm hurt and how scary it was....
caleyhustle:
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Vampire Weekend -...
A few days ago my friend Jenn wrote a review of the last decade of her life. I enjoy some good retrospection from time to time so I thought maybe I’d indulge in the same thing. Then, I started trying to think about the last ten years and realized that I’m a lot like my parents’ golden retriever: In general, I go through life with very little idea of what’s going on and a silly grin plastered on my...
“Ladies, if you want to know the way to my heart… good spelling and good grammar,...”
– John Mayer (via wordsoflove)
I wonder how long it will be before John figures out we’re supposed to be together.
Obama Bumps LOST? →
The State of the Union is really the only address to Congress that I actually ever enjoy. (I even liked it last year despite having to watch Nancy Pelosi behave like a 13-year-old girl at a Jonas Brother’s concert every time Obama said something positive anything.)
However, this is the premier of the final season of LOST. Unless dachshund-eating aliens descend onto United States soil...
“I’m just looking for men who have teeth and shit like that”
– -Five minutes after arriving at a speed dating event last night, I met Hillary a co-speed dater, who gave me this as her reason for being there.
I wonder if this was what my Date Doctor meant when he said I should have lower expectations.
File Under: Life Problems I Never Anticipated
Me: So, I never told Tom* [a guy I went on two dates with] that I’m doing a story on dating. And now the article is going to come out and he’s kind of a big part of it. This is tricky. Jenn: I think you should just tell him that the opportunity to write the story just randomly came up and so he might be part of it. Me: Yeah, if he reads the story, it will become quickly apparent that’s not true. ...
