kate+speaks

I’ve always joked that I can count my friends with two hands. I don’t mean it literally, but the ones that do their best? Yes, two hands.

The friends who end up spending their vacation time and hard-earned money to travel to Hawaii because you’re getting married. The friends who offer to drop you off to the airport even when you tell them you need to leave at 7:30 in the morning. The friends that round up $200 for a birthday gift—sunglasses you love but could not rationalize buying for yourself. The friends you fight with after a meal at a restaurant—because their card ended up being taken by the server and you wanted to pay. The friends that want to connect with you so much that you’ll plan dates three weeks ahead of time—just so something is on the calendar.

I genuinely and wholeheartedly appreciate it.

I fucking LOVE the people the fit on two hands. The End.

TOLD YOU.

I don’t mess around when it comes to my travel plans. The first time the Mr. & I went to NYC I ran us ragged. I had us walking everywhere except where a typical tourist would be. We have yet to see the Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building, we may never see them, they’re not very high on our priority list of things to see in life, and that’s just how we travel.

It’s no different this time around. There are books you can’t even see in this photo. I told you. Its a disease, I can’t control myself.

- Consequence is my new favorite.
- I love 9th Wonder more than ever.
- I’ve never spent so much time hitting up sports bars. My life after work consists of an MLB or NBA game & a Blue Moon. I have a vagina, but I can tell you who holds the best records in each division of the American & National leagues. BTW, the Giants are .5 a game away from leading the NL West. I’m just sayin.
- I’m overwhelmed with the information in my head about our upcoming trip. Since I’m a neurotic freak I have this ridiculous idea that all our meals/calories are accounted for at only the best restaurants possible.
- With that said, I still don’t have an itinerary planned and I need to get my shit together. We leave in about a week.
- I am on the hunt for the perfect leather off-white/cream colored cross-body convertible duffle/satchel. Mr. Marc Jacobs makes one, but I won’t submit to buying it. I have bag-envy ever where I turn, but I can’t seem to find a good (AFFORDABLE) match online. Figures.
- I sleep way too late and end up semi-drifting off to sleep in the middle of my workday. Although I refuse to go to sleep at 11pm. (As you can tell right now…)

I’m still alive, for anyone out there who still reads this.

I’ll be back, but for now…

Us & the Giants. =)

Note: We won the game (& the entire series) but the man is pissed in this one because his Lakers lost. WAMP WAMP!