My First Blog

One year ago you would have found me in front of a bar in Hermosa Beach, California after the last bar closed at 2am on Saturday night/Sunday morning vomiting on the side of the street. Seriously. Yes, this Southern girl who's dad always demanded "Don't ever forget that you are a Southern lady" was puking her brains out on the street in front of hundreds of other revelers in October 2007. Best of all, the random guy I was making out with on the dance floor that night was nice enough to hold my hair before he ran away. One year later, I am living with the man of my dreams, arguing with him about what kind of engagement ring I want.

In October 2007 I had a bookcase filled with Bridget Jones-esque self-help books with titles like "He's Just Not That Into You" and "Deal Breakers" and "Why Men Love Bitches." I comiserated with my slew of single girlfriends and had come to the conclusion that I was going to be single forever. But it was ok, I was at peace with this revelation. I just wasn't meant to be in a relationship - ever. I still have a notecard in my wallet I used to reference in my single days, which included reminders such as "Don't give up the candy store - sex is only golden when he doesn't get it right away" and lyrics to various empowering Alanis Morissette and Ani DiFranco songs.

My mantra became the final words from the best TV show ever: "Sex and the City": "The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you YOU love, well that's just fabulous." On January 5, 2008 at my 29th birthday party, I met that man who would grow to love the me I love. Of course, after I met him and said goodbye I went on to make out with not one but two very lucky fellows and spent the rest of the night as a patron at a high-end strip club, but hey, everything in baby steps.....

Please join me as I navigate the new world of couples, babies and Calabasas. As I learn how to balance Saturday night prepartying with my girlfriends with early Sunday morning baby showers and family gatherings. As I attempt to transition from from week-long hangovers to wedding preparations. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about the time I threw up in the airport security line the morning after my 10-year high school reunion.

But for today, this is my blog.