Guys, a miracle has happened. Just a mere 24 hours ago, my room looked like this
Annddd voila!
Don't
be fooled, that suitcase is still full and my closet is far from clean,
but I have a floor! (Yes, this is the most exciting thing going on in
my life at the moment.)
In
other news, I had the longest interview of my life today. A second
round interview at a CPA firm. Let us pray for my employment. I can't
wait till I can afford food again. Luckily, I have a roommate I can
steal peanut butter from (shhhhh) and a boyfriend who
just loooooooves to wine and dine me ;)
The other night, we went to this place in Pacific Beach called The Fish Shop. You can bring your own wine so we made a stop at the fanciest wine shop in town.
We decided to channel our italian heritages and chose the Bella Sera
.
Brief model moment on the bike-shaped thingy used to lock bikes on. (Please note: There was no actual seat. It was not comfortable, hence the facial expression.)
The idea of this place is that you first choose a fish, then a
seasoning, and finally you choose whether you want it in a salad, taco,
or on a plate with two sides. This place has the best diver scallops
ever, and thus, I always get the diver scallops on a salad. Ray however
decided to order that instead, leaving me with no choice but to try
something new.
Mulling over the menu
Our meal started with some oysters. Ray just loves posing.
I chose the yellowtail. I've never had yellowtail other than raw at Sushi places before.
The verdict? It was good, but no comparison to the scallops.
Ray is soo smug with his scallops.
On the way out, we shared a bag (or 4) of oyster crackers.
I have never voted at a polling place. I, sadly, have always been a resident in a place that I don't actually live ever since I've been able to vote. While going to college in Massachusetts I had a Pennsylvania license. Now that I live in California, I obviously have a Connecticut license. Hence, another year of mailing in my vote. This year though, I took a stand and decided to vote vicariously through as many people as possible (along with my absentee ballot that is).
Last night, after an evening yoga session, my roommate Andre and I went through his election packet and picked which propositions he was going to vote YES and NO for. This way, it was like it wasn't just him voting, but a little bit of Virginia helped influence him as well.
After settling into bed last night feeling good about our vote, I awake this morning around 8:21am to a text from my wonderful boyfriend asking if I want to keep him company while he goes to vote and then grab a quick breakfast.
Ummm, duh. I get to go be surrounded by my fellow Americans on this oh-so-patriotic day as a voting cheerleader? Sign me up.
Not only did I get to go to one polling place, I got to go to THREE! Luckily, my boyfriend (along with everyone at each of the polling places) had no idea where he was supposed to vote! I spread joy though all of those polling places, high-fiving everyone (wearing a blue shirt) in sight.
Finally, Ray was allowed to cast his ballot.
Once again, I took this opportunity to influence his vote.
And by that I mean I took over for him.
Just kidding ;)
When Ray and I turned in our vote, the lady even gave me a sticker. She offered me one in every language but in true patriotic fashion, I decided to stick with my native tongue.
After that ordeal, Ray and I went to get a quick little breakfast at a place called The Mission. Ray took me here on our first breakfast date ever.
For Christmas/New Years of 2011, I flew back to Connecticut. The night I returned to San Diego, it was too foggy to land and I ended up stuck in Phoenix. The next morning I had a new flight that landed in beautiful San Diego around 7am. Ray graciously offered to pick me up and took me here.
This place has a lot of healthy options, one choice in particular he thought I would like is the Zen Breakfast, consisting of scrambled egg whites, braised tofu, brown rice, grilled zucchini & squash with tomato & mushroom garnish. Heaven on a plate? I agree.
The tofu is cooked to perfection. We've been back a few times to this place and this is the only meal I have gotten, minus the first time we went when they were out of tofu.
On October 4th, I officially graduated with my Masters Degree at the ripe age of 24. Unemployed and now officially done with school after 6 long years, I decided to do the only rational thing: take a vacation. After a quick call from Pops (who, needless to say, was overly eager to see his favorite first-born daughter), a flight was booked back to New England to enjoy two weeks filled with friends, family, feasting, and of course, hot yoga:
Ethan Daniel AKA the cutest baby ever and my new half bro
I know, I know, I'm so nurturing
The boyfriend and the best friend sharing sake at the Purple Ginger in NYC
Hookah with my oldest/greatest friend from the Poconos in NYC
Fast forward to Saturday, October 27, circa 6pm:
Ginger Roberts was dressed and ready to go to her first Murder Mystery Party when she got the news that her flight back to San Diego the next morning was cancelled thanks to a visit from Hurricane Sandy.
DO I: Spend the next few days trapped inside potentially powerless, cold, and eating canned goods with a two day old newborn (my new half brother Ethan, or E as I have now decided to affectionately nickname him until something more clever comes up. Suggestions on nicknames are welcomed BTW.) and an undisclosed amount of my Stepmom's non-english speaking family members who are in town visiting the baby/escaping the wrath of Sandy?
Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Drive 2800 miles in a convertible two seater Mercedes SLK 230 laughing, crying, and bonding for 44 out of the 45 hour trip cross-country (yup that's right, a mere one hour only of the silent treatment for the whole trip!) with this man:
Not only is he a model, ladies and gentleman, look what else he can do!
In all seriousness though, it was an epic road trip that I will never forget. Only once did I have to put Ray in the corner.
Now that the blog is officially underway, I must go return to my normal life. On the agenda? Yoga, bike riding, and preparing for my interview tomorrow morning. Basically anything to avoid unpacking.
QUESTION OF THE DAY: When faced with the following dilemma, which toilet would you choose to use and why?
I chose the left because it was open already and I was unsure what I'd find under toilet seat #2.
But there was my mom, still by my side.
Finally, that fateful day came when I went off to college and it was time to let go of her baby.
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