could i really qualify as a jet-setter? or a kind of sort of jet-setter?
a real go getter who gets to go somewhere and get?
i am trying to plan the month of June. and boy what a month it looks to be.
week 1: I'm off on a mini-retreat to a place called the Beach (but should be called the Beaches) to dogsit some neurotic chihuahuas. A week with them is like ten years dating some needy primadonna with a retarded son. A rather vague description to be sure - but if you met these 2 dogs you would understand. One is an adorable little number who knows she's adorable. And so believes that showing off and showing affection are synonymous. And that when you aren't giving her enough attention, you are a jerkwad. Yes, the primadonna. The other is a sturdy black pup who doesn't quite know what planet he's on. Fitting somehow that his name is Pluto. He doesn't know his name, despite the fact that he's had it for years, and is known to go into self-imposed exile by crawling under a bed and then crying like you have abandoned him in a trashcan. Both are charming, but crazy. And both love me very much, but also love tearing up boxes of chocolates and full bags of dirty diapers and whimpering and pacing all night. It should be grand.
week 2: I'm off to San Diego Caleeforrneea for a wedding. T'will most definitely be interesting - my cousin has 12 (yes, twelve) groomsmen. All boys i used to hang with in my highschool summers - they'd parade through my life in their surf shorts and oakleys, referring to us as the "canadian cousins'. Which sounds like the title for a tedious young adult paperback you'd find in the 10 cent bin at the public library. You know the kind - the back cover description would start "Jodie had no clue what to expect when her Canadian cousins came to town for the summer...but she was in for a whole lot more fun and adventure than she ever imagined!" So seeing the groomsmen in action will be fascinating, as will just soaking in the cultural experience that is the California wedding. Every dress will be accessorized with more than corsages - also tans and blonde tresses and smiles that could guide ships coming in on the Pacific. The reception is at an old Tiki themed restaraunt called the Bali Hai. Yes, so we can pretend we are all exotic and exciting. When we are really sipping punch and shuffling our feet to something the DJ thinks is current. Like the black eyed peas. or even better, Hey Ya.
week 3: 2 days after returning from the coast, i'll be heading to another one. Flying off to Cannes, to take on the world of advertising. Or hide under my hotel room bed, waiting for happy hour. A week in the town that's famous for annually hosting the famous -- Cannes should be a trip. I mean, in more ways than it already is one. Come on - i'll be in glammy France, living it up with the world's biggest nerds. The people who write the stuff that people read and discard every day, but also secretly enjoy. The hotshots of an industry that still needs waaaaay more satirizing. Perhaps this will give me enough fodder to get down and dirty-brilliant. I hear that noone actuallly sleeps at this festival. It's all boozing, schmoozing and perusing (ads). Sounds amusing.
week 4: Post-cannes, i have an adventure that has yet to be written. Sure, they're all unwritten as of now - but they at least have outlines. This one is pure free-form. i have no destination as of yet. i know i'll be flying home eventually - but the in-betweens are all blurry - like a polaroid taking its sweet sweet time to come into focus. Destinations have been tossed around like a tetherball. Berlin. Budapest. Madrid. what do you do when you want to go everywhere? pick a place and let fate take over i suppose. After all, this is a free ride - might as well just feel free about it. wasn't it En Vogue who said, free your mind and the rest will follow? wise women.
So there you have it. A June to remember. A June that will be magical enough to carry me through till September. Maybe even December. This is my month. A month of chihuahuas and southern californian cheer and french blissing, and european choose-your-own-adventures.
hurry up, May - end already.
a real go getter who gets to go somewhere and get?
i am trying to plan the month of June. and boy what a month it looks to be.
week 1: I'm off on a mini-retreat to a place called the Beach (but should be called the Beaches) to dogsit some neurotic chihuahuas. A week with them is like ten years dating some needy primadonna with a retarded son. A rather vague description to be sure - but if you met these 2 dogs you would understand. One is an adorable little number who knows she's adorable. And so believes that showing off and showing affection are synonymous. And that when you aren't giving her enough attention, you are a jerkwad. Yes, the primadonna. The other is a sturdy black pup who doesn't quite know what planet he's on. Fitting somehow that his name is Pluto. He doesn't know his name, despite the fact that he's had it for years, and is known to go into self-imposed exile by crawling under a bed and then crying like you have abandoned him in a trashcan. Both are charming, but crazy. And both love me very much, but also love tearing up boxes of chocolates and full bags of dirty diapers and whimpering and pacing all night. It should be grand.
week 2: I'm off to San Diego Caleeforrneea for a wedding. T'will most definitely be interesting - my cousin has 12 (yes, twelve) groomsmen. All boys i used to hang with in my highschool summers - they'd parade through my life in their surf shorts and oakleys, referring to us as the "canadian cousins'. Which sounds like the title for a tedious young adult paperback you'd find in the 10 cent bin at the public library. You know the kind - the back cover description would start "Jodie had no clue what to expect when her Canadian cousins came to town for the summer...but she was in for a whole lot more fun and adventure than she ever imagined!" So seeing the groomsmen in action will be fascinating, as will just soaking in the cultural experience that is the California wedding. Every dress will be accessorized with more than corsages - also tans and blonde tresses and smiles that could guide ships coming in on the Pacific. The reception is at an old Tiki themed restaraunt called the Bali Hai. Yes, so we can pretend we are all exotic and exciting. When we are really sipping punch and shuffling our feet to something the DJ thinks is current. Like the black eyed peas. or even better, Hey Ya.
week 3: 2 days after returning from the coast, i'll be heading to another one. Flying off to Cannes, to take on the world of advertising. Or hide under my hotel room bed, waiting for happy hour. A week in the town that's famous for annually hosting the famous -- Cannes should be a trip. I mean, in more ways than it already is one. Come on - i'll be in glammy France, living it up with the world's biggest nerds. The people who write the stuff that people read and discard every day, but also secretly enjoy. The hotshots of an industry that still needs waaaaay more satirizing. Perhaps this will give me enough fodder to get down and dirty-brilliant. I hear that noone actuallly sleeps at this festival. It's all boozing, schmoozing and perusing (ads). Sounds amusing.
week 4: Post-cannes, i have an adventure that has yet to be written. Sure, they're all unwritten as of now - but they at least have outlines. This one is pure free-form. i have no destination as of yet. i know i'll be flying home eventually - but the in-betweens are all blurry - like a polaroid taking its sweet sweet time to come into focus. Destinations have been tossed around like a tetherball. Berlin. Budapest. Madrid. what do you do when you want to go everywhere? pick a place and let fate take over i suppose. After all, this is a free ride - might as well just feel free about it. wasn't it En Vogue who said, free your mind and the rest will follow? wise women.
So there you have it. A June to remember. A June that will be magical enough to carry me through till September. Maybe even December. This is my month. A month of chihuahuas and southern californian cheer and french blissing, and european choose-your-own-adventures.
hurry up, May - end already.
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