McCaw Hall Open House

Today the McCaw Hall hosted an open house to kick start their fall season. There were various performers showcased at the opera house who entertained the audiences that my friend, Maggie, and I took part in. We showed up early and had coffee at the opera house while watching the opening act take over the main floor. The pair danced around and worked with instruments of their own design. They had created massive bell and string instruments it took both of them to play. The main show was an opera put on by four main cast members and the Seattle Children's Orchestra as well as an all girls choir. During one intermission there were kazoo lessons for the audience (sad to say I was terrible) and everyone seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves.  After the main show concluded she and I went a few blocks over to enjoy a delicious lunch at The Citizen, where she ordered possibly the largest salad either of us had ever seen and I indulged in a mushroom and spinach crepe with balsamic glaze. 

Blouse: Ralph Lauren
Camisole: BP. by Nordstrom
Skirt: Theory

See Jane Run!

The Annual See Jane Run 1/2 Marathon and 5K saw beautiful weather today as participants ran through Gasworks park and along the waterfront. Each finisher received a medal claiming they "Ran For Chocolate", an engraved champagne glass, and chocolate from See’s Candies! 

After putting in a few months of training I felt substantially better for this 5K than I did during my last one back in March. Even though I ran it alone without my father to pace me I still ran one of my best times since high school which was quite the celebratory news at my house.

Sports Bra: Zella
Shorts: Forever 21
Shoes: Nike

March Forth On March Third

Bright and early this morning Daddy and I were out and running around Greenlake for the March Forth on March Third 5k/10k benefiting the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. We were cheered on by local drill teams as well as the Sounders’ Sound Wave. The yummy post race snacks were provided by Seattle Bagel Bakery and Smith Brothers’ Farms. It had been my first race since the one in January and I could feel the lack of training as I completed the first loop around the lake for the 5K finish and waved bye to Daddy as he headed out to finish the 10K. Turns out, I need much more training than I thought I did.

Jacket: Avia
Shirt: Sacuony
Pants: Lululemon
Shoes: Nike 

Grey Skies

In Seattle, we don’t care if it’s gloomy and grey as long as it’s dry! We got some practice in between the showers today. Even managed to incorporate a couple props (note the Hawaiian shirt and Froggie umbrella). 

Side note: my partner and I cheered together back in high school and have been stunting for years; this is not something to try at home without proper training! I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt! For reference  I am 5 feet tall and he is 6'3". The two guys in black jackets hanging out next to the fence in the last photo are also competitive cheerleaders as were several not pictured people at the park that day.

Shirt: Target
Pants: Lululemon
Shoes: Adidas

Second Chances

How many second chances are people allowed to get? Are each of us allotted only a certain number before we simply don’t get anymore? Or are we supposed to be making opportunities for second chances everywhere we go? It’s different with each person, I know, but what about those people who never stop to even consider giving up? The ones who offer an endless number of second chances to everyone? Are they stupid or are the only ones who’ve actually got it right? How many times does one person have to hurt us until we stop letting them hurt us anymore? Or will there always be that one person who can hurt us more than anyone else? The one we always take back no matter how much it hurts; despite the fact that we already know how everything will end.

Excuses Excuses Excuses

There I was, listening to my girlfriends make excuse after excuse for the boys they liked when I was hit with a realization: They could do so much better! We should never have to put up with guys who run us through the ringer the way we do. I mean, what is it about these young men that we admire so ardently that we are willing to overlook the insane pile of shit they push us into every time. Then I started looking at the guys themselves and realized where the problem was. Us; we were the connection. Our female desire to be admired and adored, the joy brought to us by some silly boy making us feel like we’re the most special, important person in their lives. It’s the whole reason we put up with their stupid games or idiotic friends, the incessant video game playing or their absolute cluelessness about anything to do with us. Forget my birthday? It’s alright, I should have reminded you. Can’t remember what my favorite color is? Well, you did only ask once and that was a long time ago. Accidentally ordered something I’m allergic to? Yeah, I suppose I can go without dinner for tonight. Why do we do it? We can guarantee we would never forget information like that but we convince ourselves the man’s brain simply isn’t detail oriented like that. False. If it were really important to him he would remember even the most insignificant detail. I’ve had my father learn about different types of shoes to the point to where he can tell what a ballroom dancing shoe looks like and can describe a t-strap sandal. I’ve had guys who can remember everything from my favorite type of schmear and bagel combo, or my Starbucks order. I’ve also had guys ask me for my name every time we meet for years and people who profess their undying love to me without being able to recall my last name, age or hometown. It just goes to show you have to actually search through all the stupidity and momentary emotional flings for the few who actually care. Because, believe me, they’re out there, and they’re so worth it that I can’t imagine anyone who can go through the experience of dating one without instantly dismissing the “forgetful” behavior of the rest. Men are the best actors around, they can fake an entire relationship for years until something “better” comes along. Now, repeat after me, if he cares he’ll show it; even in the little things he does every day. So no more off the ‘he must have forgotten to turn on his ringer’ or ‘he’s just so busy with his work’ and don’t even get me started on ‘he’s got a lot on his mind theses days’. A man thinks about sex approximately twenty times each hour. Therefore I can guarantee he has thought about you and if he’s thinking about you the you can bet your ass he’s gonna do something about it. If he isn’t texting you back then he’s got some other girl on his mind for 2/3 of his waking day. And a guy is never too busy to chase down the one he wants so don’t even try talking yourself into that one either. Moral of the story? If he wants to be with you? He will make it happen so stop trying so hard and if you find yourself making excuses for him? Kick him to the curb like last week’s smelly leftovers. You can do better than someone who doesn’t put you first. Always.

My Inspiration

Movies impact people. The way you think, the way you feel, the way you see things. You can take four hours and completely flip someone’s world on its head. They can make you laugh, cry, jump out of your chair, grab onto the person next to you. But most importantly, they make you think. Regardless of what you watch, they make you think. Those words, actions, ideas, they impact people more than most anyone realizes. And that feeling, that knowledge that in only a couple of hours I can change people’s lives, that is why I write.