Mark it off: Pho Tasting Success

I had pho once in college. Charles Barkley explained it best when he said this:

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But then came Casey. And Casey loves him some Pho.

M: “Can you pick up dinner?”

C: “PHO????”

M: “No…”

This happens at least once a week.

So this week, I surprised him. He called me to meet for lunch, and I asked him to bring home some of his very favorite pho. He ecstatically sent me the menu, likely hoping that I wouldn’t renege my offer. And then he brought me this:

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What in the Sam Hell am I supposed to do with that? Apparently, I was supposed to make some magic happen.

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All in all, it was actually pretty great. I couldn’t even come close to eating the whole bowl, but with a teacher like Casey, I at least knew how to approach it!

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These two bing bongs didn’t have any idea what was going on. Also, Roscoe doesn’t approve of sprouts.

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Old City

Two weeks ago, I didn’t know that I was headed to Florida. Flying by the seat of my pants, I tell ya.

St. Augustine

Casey had a work conference come up, so I did the dutiful wifely thing and went with him. You may have noticed that this is the theme of my travel this year (please see: Chicago, Colorado Springs/Denver, New York City). This trip took us to Orlando.

After we were both finished with our jobs for the day, we headed out to the tough streets of Orlando. Now, let me go ahead and tell you one thing you absolutely need to know – we are NOT theme park people. Standing in line (in the hot, Florida sun) (with thousands of screaming children) is something we’re reserving for the day when we have a screaming child of our very own. Until then, no thanks. So, for a city that has so many tourist attractions for people who actually are theme park people, I took to The Twitter to help me out. Several people recommended Winter Park, so to Winter Park we went.

After checking out The Ravenous Pig (delicious), we started walking toward Stardust Video & Coffee (trippy), and Redlight Redlight (great bar). During the walk, Casey made a comment about how much the scenery on a particular street reminded him of St. Augustine. WE SHOULD GO TO ST. AUGUSTINE!!! 10 minutes later, we had rented a car. And that’s how things work in our life, folks.

As we drove into the city, it really just looked like the standard suburb of a large city (Jacksonville, in this case), but the deeper we got into the old town, the more historic things started to become. Giant retaining walls that protected the Spanish from intruders lined the coast, a large fortress had become City Hall, and cobble-stoned streets marked our route as we made it to Casa Monica to eat lunch with Casey’s (and now my!) great aunt and cousin.

Now, here’s another thing you should know about us – we have developed tourist-y ways of doing things. We used to travel by heading to a street here or a district there and just checking it out. Sometimes we found things, sometimes we didn’t. But on our honeymoon, that all changed. We started taking guided tours through the city and then going back to the areas of town that we really wanted to check out. We’re tourists, and that’s okay.

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So, in St. Augustine, that’s exactly what we did. We took a tram throughout 24 different hot spots throughout the city that ranged from incredible (Aviles Street – the oldest street in America) to bizarre (the first Ripley’s Believe It or Not). After the route was complete, we headed out to check out the things we wanted to see – the Oldest House, Anastasia Island, San Sebastian Winery (which you should ask me about at a later date because ohmygod21yearoldsaredumb), old downtown and A1A Ale Works. If you just yelled, “Beachfront Avenue!” we can continue to be friends.

We finally wrapped up our trip with a nice dish of paella. This classic Spanish dish is Casey’s favorite meal, and it just seemed right to order it in a Spanish city. I knew it was full of seafood which I haven’t really tried much of, admittedly. We split the dish, and here’s what my portion looked like:

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Do you know how to eat a crawfish? It’s really just absurd. And definitely not worth it. However, the rest of the seafood wasn’t bad at all! I’ll no longer turn my nose up at someone who offers me lobster. Because that happens ALL of the time.

So this trip got me closer and closer to completing those 30 Before 30 goals. I ate shrimp, and I traveled to 2 more states – I actually get to count Missouri this time since we left the airport on our 4 1/2 hour layover and went into Kansas City!

30 Before 30 Update

It’s now May, and that 30 Before 30 list is ever daunting. 8 months to go, and I’ve only checked off 6 things. So…

Things I checked off this month:

1. I didn’t post about it because it seems like such a braggart’s thing to do, posting about buying a car. However, Bev has made a few appearances on Instagram and Vine, so here she is (along with my Thunder Blue purse and skirt)!

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While the 30 Before 30 challenge was to use some pillow money to buy it, that didn’t happen. I’m marking it off anyhow. It’s my prerogative.

Things in progress:

1. Run 500 miles from Jan. 1 – Dec. 24

As of April 1, I’ve run 62.68. Starting to get the feeling that this one is NOT going to happen. I’ll clock as many miles as I can, though!!!

If you ever want to keep up with my progress on this one, check out my Nike+ Profile!

2. Make at least one home-cooked meal per week

Brunch is my meal of choice, that’s for sure. Pretty much every Saturday and Sunday, I make something!

3. Read 15 books

2 down, 13 to go!

4. Send 20 handwritten letters or cards to friends

I’ve still only sent 1, but I ordered some beautiful cards to start sending out a few!

5. Go on a “friend date” with 52 different friends

So far, I’ve been on 21!

6. Visit 8 states

4 down, and Florida is happening this month! (Also, if I need to, I’ll pull in the 2 where I’ve had layovers!)

7. Go to 3 Okie festivals with my girlfriends

Bailey and I went to the Taste of Ardmore, and I went to the Waurika Rattlesnake Festival with Lindsey!

Mark one off: Take a Photography Class

This 30 Before 30 situation is gettin’ me where I need to be, folks. I’m trying things I’ve always wanted to try – if only to satisfy marking something off of my list.

This round involved me taking a photography class. I’ve had a DSLR since December, and I regularly shoot concerts for work (the most ridiculous kind of lighting you can imagine). It was time for me to buckle down and take a class on how to actually get some good photos. Luckily, I saw that Rex Barrett was hosting a class, and I eagerly signed up! Seeing that some of my favorites were going to be there (Erin and Stephanie) really solidified it for me.

I arrived at the 404 on Film Row bright and bushy-tailed. (This is a lie. I dragged my sweet little hiney out of bed and was not feeling up for a day o’ photography.) With my camera in tow, I was ready to begin my ed-u-ca-tion.

Meet my model:

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She didn’t have a name. (It’s for the best, I plan on eating her later this week.) All I know is that the scar on her left cheek told me that she had been wounded as a professional ninja turtle. Obviously.

Rex walked us through e’rything. He even used math. Then he let us roam free throughout the classroom while taking pictures of things that caught our eyes. My eyes were drawn here:

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Not a terrible photo. The room had a lot of light, but I boosted it even more with my newly acquired skillz. (I vow never to use a z to make something plural ever again.)

Then we took it to the streets to find good light, adjust our cameras, focus on what we were intending to focus on, and take one million pictures as accidental models.

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We obviously had some serious fun! And see, I know what I’m doing now:

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Read: Back to Blood

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Back to Blood by Tom Wolfe

 ★★★★★

Here’s the synopsis from Goodreads:

As a police launch speeds across Miami’s Biscayne Bay—with officer Nestor Camacho on board—Tom Wolfe is off and running. Into the feverous landscape of the city, he introduces the Cuban mayor, the black police chief, a wanna-go-muckraking young journalist and his Yale-marinated editor; an Anglo sex-addiction psychiatrist and his Latina nurse by day, loin lock by night-until lately, the love of Nestor’s life; a refined, and oh-so-light-skinned young woman from Haiti and her Creole-spouting, black-gang-banger-stylin’ little brother; a billionaire porn addict, crack dealers in the ‘hoods, “de-skilled” conceptual artists at the Miami Art Basel Fair, “spectators” at the annual Biscayne Bay regatta looking only for that night’s orgy, yenta-heavy ex-New Yorkers at an “Active Adult” condo, and a nest of shady Russians. Based on the same sort of detailed, on-scene, high-energy reporting that powered Tom Wolfe’s previous bestselling novels, BACK TO BLOOD is another brilliant, spot-on, scrupulous, and often hilarious reckoning with our times.

My take:

Tom Wolfe is one of my very favorite authors. He knocked me off of my feet with I Am Charlotte Simmons, and I was eager to try out this new title by him.

Wolfe does such a great job of weaving characters together. I fell in love with his writing style during I Am Charlotte Simmons, and the same holds true for Back to Blood. It’s incredible that, for 660 of the 700 pages, you’re really not sure how it’s all going to come together.

 

30 Before 30 Update

Slowly but surely, I’m checking off things on that 30 Before 30 list! This month is the month I take the blame for not actually posting about some of the things I did check off. Just know that more extensive posts are coming!

Things I checked off this month:

1. I made a Pie. It was ugly as anything, and no one really ate it, but I MADE A PIE! 

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Things in progress:

1. Run 500 miles from Jan. 1 – Dec. 24

As of April 1, I’ve run 54.27. I really need to pick up the pace on this one if I want to make it happen.

If you ever want to keep up with my progress on this one, check out my Nike+ Profile!

2. Make at least one home-cooked meal per week

It’s really happening! Once we unpacked our kitchen items, I’m making it a point to cook more!

3. Read 15 books

I finally finished a book! I haven’t told you about it quite yet, but I will :)

4. Send 20 handwritten letters or cards to friends

I’ve still only sent 1, but I ordered some beautiful cards to start sending out a few!

5. Go on a “friend date” with 52 different friends

So far, I’ve been on 17 with another one scheduled for Wednesday!

6. Visit 8 states

This month, I went to Colorado, New Jersey and New York. Technically, I also went to Missouri (layover in St. Louis) and Illinois (layover in Chicago), but I’m not going to count those since I didn’t actually _do_ anything there.

7. Go to 3 Okie festivals with my girlfriends

Bailey and I went to the Taste of Ardmore!

Easter pinatas

My family has a pretty interesting tradition. Every year for the past ten or so years, I have purchased two pinatas, stuffed them with candy and driven them down I-35 all the way to Pawnee. One pinata is for the kids 18 and under, and the other is for the adults (because we like to have fun, too!). But this year, the pinatas mean something a little different to me.

Pinatas are delicate. After being beaten down repeatedly, they finally crack. This year, our family experienced another crack. After losing our patriarch three years ago and then our oldest cousin last summer, our family was yet again shaken a few weeks ago. My dad’s oldest sister, my Aunt Cheryl, passed away. Two and a half weeks after she experienced a stroke, she was undergoing a surgery and didn’t make it out. Our family was rocked.

So, what does this have to do with Easter pinatas?

Last year, my Aunt Cheryl and I got in to the dumbest fight imaginable. When laying out the menu items and trying to figure out who was bringing what, she and I had a little tiff about who was going to bring a ham. This usually fell in her court, but my parents had picked one up at the store a week earlier. Seriously, it wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I remember it pretty clearly. Going to Pawnee that Easter Sunday, I wasn’t sure what I was walking in to. Were we still going to be at odds? With all my backseat full of Easter pinatas (as per the usual), I drove north.

The day went on without much stress. We were pleasant to each other, but we didn’t make it a point to really sit down and talk like we normally would. That afternoon, she extended an olive branch in the form of a Facebook post. She said something so simple about how the family had had a good time, and that she was really grateful I had provided the pinatas – one of her very favorite traditions. To me, that signaled that we could resume our relationship. We could share phone calls and emails, Facebook messages and cards.

When I walked into the church basement on the day of her funeral, the overwhelming smell of ham filled the air. My Aunt Cheryl brought the ham one final time.

And today. Today is the first holiday without Aunt Cheryl. And there are two Easter pinatas in my back seat ready to make their trek north.

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