{With Steph, feelin’ allllright}
This past Friday, Shtooph and I joined forces in the glorious desert town of Palm Springs for the long weekend, and it was exactly.what.we.needed.
Side note: I recently read this blog post about the impact that a positive response has when someone asks you how you’re doing. The blogger made a good point – that 99.9% of the time, responding with how stressed you are doesn’t really further the convo any… it’s like describing that crazy(!) dream you had last night with your 6th grade gym teacher, a white lion and a swimming pool filled with chocolate pudding… not many people care.
So, I apologize profusely, dearest readers, because there’s something I need to get off my chest: Being an adult is really, really stressful sometimes, and I have been painstakingly, exhaustingly stressed these past few days.
To say Steph & I needed this getaway is the biggest understatement since Yeezy explained his outbursts by saying he was a “passionate” person.
So we both packed up our mags, dogs and sunblock and booked it from Santa Monica and San Diego. Once there we immediately set up marination station at our adorable, slightly kitschy (as in the place hadn’t seen the soft touch of an interior designer since the late ’70s) home away from home, replete with a pool/jacuzzi, a sprawling backyard looking out onto a golf course, and room for 10 of us *including GusGus and Kilroy, our sons, to sprawl da eff out.
{We loved our house!}
{GusGus and Kilroy, brothers/boyfriends}
{“Steph, didn’t you borrow that bathing suit from me 3 years ago?”
On the agenda: 1) Sunning 2) Eating junk food like we were at a slumber party circa ’96 3) Listening to the Bruce Hornsby Pandora station for hours at a time 4) Cackling 5) Gazing at the stars, and 6) Not brushing our hair:
{What is wrong with us?!}
OH. And we might have taken a trip to a fabulous Palm Springs party where frothy drinks and go-go dancing were on tap:
{Whoooops, how’d we get here?}
So anywho, it was a blast, and with the memories and a sunburn all that’s remaining from the weekend, I’ve put together a nifty little playlist to commemorate our little sojourn in Relaxation Town. Warning: It can veer into crustiness at times, but ya know, sometimes you just need some old school 80s crustiness to put your mind at ease……..:
“Sara” by Fleetwood Mac:
“Breathe” by Hands to Heaven:
“The Way It Is” by Bruce Hornsby:
“Between Dreams” by Poolside:
“Fading Listening” by Shiny Toy Guns:
“When the Stars Go Blue” by Tim McGraw
“Blue Jeans” – RAC Mix by Lana Del Rey:
“Embrace” by Goldroom:
“Give It Away” by Zero 7
“Til Sunrise” by Goldroom feat Mammals:
“Sights” (Tourist Version) by London Grammar:
Now, if you can just fast forward these next four days ’til Friday evening……. #thestruggleisreal.
xoxo,
