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Girl Power

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Tina Fey. Amy Poehler. No matter what they’re doing, I’m a fan. And next year’s Golden Globes will be no exception. Those ladies rock it, with their wit, charisma and wardrobe. Cannot wait to see them take the stage and host this ruckus evening.

Found this list of “Seventeen Other Things Tina Fey and Amy Poehler Should Be in Charge of” and I completely agree with numbers three and fourteen.

Junior Board event tomorrow with Helen Hunt. All too excited and picked up my Presidential red dress and shoes today from Nordstrom (thanks Mom!). Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!

Dancing in the Dark

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Last week had been a busy one at the office. And I was quickly losing steam. This past Friday, I found myself at the office late, again, and just thinking of how great it was going to be to get home, throw on sweats and completely veg out for the entire weekend.

“So, I just got Bruce tickets tonight at Wrigley. We should probably go,” said Dan, the Client Service dude working late with me.

We left everything at the office, grabbed a cab and walked into Wrigley Field just as Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band took the stage. It was an unbelievable night. I cried, danced, I shouted, I sang at the top of my lungs. And the coolest part? Looking out among the crowd and seeing the range of demographic. I cannot remember the last time I was squashed among such a range of ages.

It was just what I needed after a crazy a work week. And it just went to show me, you can lean on those in the office you never imagined. Because we’ve all been there. And we’re all going to be there again. It made me realize that work isn’t the end-all-be-all and letting it effect me so much hasn’t been good for anyone. Thanks to Friday, and Bruce, I was able to step back and see, life can still surprise you just when you need it most.

Bruce still has it. Which is no shock. Because to quote Mom, “He’s the Boss!”

48-Hours of Firsts

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After befriending a musician and Celia getting booked to werk the Treasure Island Music Fest, fate dealt some sweet cards and I was on my way to the west coast for 48 hours. Where I had a weekend full of first times.

-First trip to San Francisco
-First time navigating a new city without a map
-First time eating and drinking total German cuisine at Suppek├╝che
-First time walking up “hills” and being completely out of breath
-First time having a rooftop party that felt like a movie
-First time hanging with Kacee in America (Dublin reunion 4 years in the making)
-First time at a Music Festival
-First time movin’ and groovin’ in the Silent Disco (San Fran calls them “Silent Friscos”)
-First time using a sewing machine to create a beer koozie in the arts & crafts tent
-First time on a Ferris Wheel that was so old-school, it didn’t have a cage around it keeping you in
-First time getting a haircut on an island. At a music festival

And the big one:
-First time I bought a journal and started writing my book. While gazing at the Pacific Ocean.

Needless to say, I’m in love with San Francisco. And leaving was horrible. The music fest wasn’t too bad to boot either.