Gotta Love those Tahoe Boys

As promised a separate post on the ratio of men to women in South Lake Tahoe. I am speaking strictly of locals and not visiting tourists. South Lake is like Alaska in this category. The ratio of men to women is probably about 8:1. I am not positive and would love to do the research to back this up. Not only are there more men but also they seem to be very nice to look at. Most of them are avid bikers, hikers, climbers, skiers, and snowboarders. So that makes them in pretty good shape. They also seem to be friendly, witty, and smart. It seems every night in South Lake is ladies night. I am definitely no Megan Fox but my time in South Lake made me feel that hot. Everywhere I went men approached, flirted, and complimented. I got invited to parties, told how attractive I was at every turn. I was beginning to think that it was all some sorted joke and any minute Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out of some van telling me I’ve been punkd. The icing on the cake took place when I went out for sushi with my parents and some guy actually came up to our table and told my dad just how hot his daughter was. Sake almost came out of his nose. He thought that I knew the guy but that was not the case. After a few days in Tahoe a girl starts to get used to the attention but alas she returns to the Bay Area where she is still cute but no longer gets the attention she deserves. Single and married women alike I suggest high tailing it down to South Lake for an amazing time, beautiful surroundings and a much needed ego boost.

Been a long time....

It's been a really long time since I have posted something so I am going to take a cue from one of my favorite writers, Bret Easton Ellis, and cluster fuck what I have been up to this summer. I had an amazing internship where I think my brain actually grew in size, took my final Academy class and passed my final review with flying colors. Now I am the proud owner of a MFA in advertising, owe tons of money, and am breaking onto the job scene at a horrendous time. Don't let my tone fool you I am grateful and extremely lucky to have learned so much from so many amazing peers and professors.

Deep breath.

Right after finishing school I took a quickie trip to LA for work and mostly play. While there I: ate lots of delicious sushi, met an Asian bartender who was better than Tom Cruise from cocktail but for some reason is pouring drinks at the Sheraton in Universal City, had lots of excellent food and wine, found out that Howl @ the Moon is actually an underground Swingers club, reflected on how broke I was, went on a ghetto Hollywood tour in the back of a pick-up truck but was able to see Aaron Spelling's house and ponder how only 4 people lived in a pad with 113 rooms, saw old friends, hung out with my brother, SOAS, and spent time with my best friend Hope.

Deep breath.

I was home for a few days then took off on a relaxing retreat to South Lake Tahoe. My weeklong getaway was split into two parts. My amazing friend Susanne came up for the first three days and the rest of the week was my solo adventure.

Susanne and I: practiced the art of being beach bums and were successful, enjoyed the sun, lake, cocktails, food, Wheel of Fortune (when we got the spin), people watching at the Bob Dylan show (even though he sounded like a duck), Willie Nelson, picking up a pair of brothers who we thought were gay, sneaking into the casino the morning after for some eggs, the crystal clear cold beautiful lake.

Deep breath.

Although Susanne was a fantastic travel partner she had to get ready for France so she couldn't stay with me. I was about to discover that being on vacation by yourself is a glorious experience. At first I was a little timid but then I started to notice a startling fact. There were men everywhere. I have decided that I am going to write a separate post just about the ratio factor so women everywhere can reap the benefits.

My solo adventure consists of: reading, writing, contemplating, eating, and almost living at Zephyr Cove. Picking up more locals but this time one worthy of my attentions. Smart, talented, sweet, good-looking, well read, the total package. More great food and drink, relaxing, feeling peaceful, most importantly finding a quiet space to think.

Deep breath maybe two.

Since I have been back I have had time to reflect on just how broke I am and I keep thinking about the peace I felt in Tahoe but I am positive that I wouldn't last a winter there. I guess it will just have to be my "happy place." I need a job but more than that I WANT one. Never in my life have I been without school or work. I am afraid my brain will become all mushy. As of now my days are spent reading, writing, and thinking. I want to put my thinking to good use.

Deep breath.......

Beware of the Prius Driver

I have been thinking about this for a long time. My friend Sydel and I wanted to conduct a study to see if our hypothesis is true but we have already broken one of the most important rules of research. Remain objective.

WHY DO PRIUS DRIVERS SUCK?

Is it because they feel entitled? They are doing the right thing by buying the environmentally friendly car so that gives them an excuse to drive badly? Just because you pollute the earth with your car and they don't they have the right to cut you off, stop short, drive slow in the fast lane? In the words of one of my favorite shows FRAK that! I am worried about the environment but is there is no way I will ever say "YES" to one of those ugly cars especially if by purchasing one you immediately morph into bad driver.

Apparently we are not the only souls out there that believe this.

http://www.golod.com/2007/04/prius-drivers-are-nuts/

The Power Of Social Media

I am obviously frighteningly aware of the power of social networking, this is the digital age but I am still in shock about yesterday's events. I found out about Michael Jackson's untimely death while on Twitter through the sage-like words of Ashton Kutcher. Even worse his reliable and credible source of the bad news came directly from TMZ. What were they doing sniffing around his trash and happened to be there when the ambulance pulled up? The big shocker was that they were actually dead on. Let me take a brief moment to absorb this information. RIP Michael Jackson you were the "King of Pop" and I still have fond memories of begging my mother to buy me that hideous red Beat It jacket. Even scarier my older brother bought a matching one. I don't remember if we even wore them or if they just hung in the hallway closet next to each other collecting dust. I was only about 6 but my brother was 10 and should have known better. Hopefully Michael will be remembered for his incredible musical talent and not the creepy "other" life he led at the Neverland Ranch.

Side note: I did a Twitter search for Michael this morning and in 55 seconds he got 1,104 hits. Congrats Mike you dusted all those Twi-hards.

Yet another side note: I became obsessed with this Michael Jackson saga and forgot about another crazy social media occurrence that happened yesterday. Shaq finding out he's been traded on Twitter.

http://www.techcrunch.com/2009/06/24/did-shaq-just-find-out-he-was-traded-on-twitter/

Why are we different?

Last week I was visiting my undergrad college roommate and I hadn't seen her or her fabulous mother in a long time. The first question her Mom asks is "am I seeing anyone"? She hasn't seen me for about a year and so much has happened in my life and hers but that was the first thing she wanted to talk about. Later over many glasses of wine we all had an interesting conversation. When women reach a certain age and they are single no matter what else they have accomplished the question on everyone's mind is when will she settle down? Have a family? Get Married? This is not the same for men of the same age. Folks think they have plenty of time and since their sperm seems to work for a very long time people aren't concerned about that. This pisses me off. I thought in 2009 that a woman can be smart, successful, sexy, and single. I will not settle. Of course I would love a male partner for many reasons but I will never reach that "age of anxiety" where I just close my eyes and pick one that will just do. Ok climbing off my soapbox now.

Now what? Part 2

The next milestone was my pseudo graduation. I walked but I still have 2 classes and a final review. Although it was mostly anti-climatic it was amazing to see the look of pride on my parents faces. Three years of hard work, cocky teachers sometimes bordering on cruel and a zillion dollars in debt but it was worth it to see them smile.

After a 5-course semester I should be stoked to have some down time but I have been going a little stir crazy. I am waiting on a few different leads for a much needed internship. I am broke so I was not able to get away and clear my head like I usual do after a huge semester. I am finally started to put this nervous energy to a productive use. For 2 weeks all I did was watch basketball and Battlestar Galactica. Now I am starting to kick back into gear and feel like myself again. 

Now what?

Many life-changing experiences have happened in the last few weeks but now I am sort of at a stand still. I feel as though I am running in place or something. A few weeks ago I attended my first Bay to Breakers. It was amazing. I hear that this year the race was tame but having nothing to compare it to I had a great time. I went with a bunch of people and we dressed up as the Rock of Love bitches. My friend's boyfriend went as Bret Michaels. The energy of the city on that day was incredible. By the end I was tired, hungry, and a little cranky but it was worth it.