A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day...no such thing!

Usually, for me, a good day consists of pizza, wine, laughter and good company. I’m very easy... TO PLEASE, that is.

Sometimes, you have a perfect day. They are rare. Few and far between. But you recognize them instantly. Your hair turns out right. Your makeup looks better than usual. The outfit works (it makes you look thin, even though you need to shed a few pounds). You feel good. No headaches, no vertigo, no shit! And you’re about to hang out with a friend you don’t get to see and hang out with as often as you’d like.

The trek to your destination isn’t a straight shot and there is plenty of construction. You master it with ease. The semi threatening to throw you into the concrete wall decides you can live. Thanks buddy. Thank God!

You ignore your ringing phone.

The sun is shining.

The shoes, 4-inch stilettos, are comfy. Ah, gotta love Gabriella Rocha (Zappos, of course)!

Linkin Park (Shadow of the Day) is blaring through the speakers.

You arrive at your destination just waiting to hang out, relax, drink, laugh, shop, eat and drink a little more. It’s a great day. You know it’s great because you’ve finished a bottle of wine before 11:00 A.M. You know it’s great because it is over in what feels like a blink of the eye. So worth it.

It’s like the day I met my favorite band. It was over in a nano-second but OH SO WORTH IT. You wouldn’t trade it for anything and leave wondering when it’s going to happen again and worry that it won't.

We hit Standing Rock Gallery and I did major damage. Then, we were off to Don Drumms. MAJOR DAMGE x 2 (and then some)! If we had more money, we could have lived there for the remainder of the weekend. Just the most eclectic, beautiful, original, mind blowing pieces of rareness and authenticity and beauty and coolness you could ever behold. Probably my favorite gallery of all I have visited (to date).

I bought my first drawing by Brian Andreas (www.storypeople.com). It’s OK – you either get him or you don’t. We do. You might. Check it out.

After excellent white wine and homemade salsa (regular and mango – both to die for), we hit Chrissy Hynde’s restaurant, The Vegi-terannian, for more wine (of course) and appetizers. We ordered the pizza which, to be honest, we labeled as “salad on bread” but it was good. We also treated ourselves to “Chrissy fries” which, minus the dollop they call cheese (this is vegan my friends, get with the program), were excellent. We could handle the vegan ketchup but the cheese was just another story altogether. I’m not there yet. I love the idea of vegan, and am getting close to incorporating it but you’ve got to make better cheese. I don’t quite dig ricotta to begin with but what they threw on the fries, was, well, indescribable! I know. I try to adhere to the “eat nothing with a face” philosophy and I do so believe in it. But this cheese was…unnatural. UN-FOODLIKE! Sorry.

Still, a great place to try and try again.

I left my friend way too early but wanted to beat the traffic and construction. Let’s face it, Friday afternoon traffic sucks. We’re all in a hurry to get home and enjoy the beginning of our weekend. Fortunately, mine was already off to an unforgettable start.

My drive home was a breeze. I sat outside with one more glass of wine, the sunshine, the cerulean blue sky, a little music in my head, and a little peace and quiet. A little stolen moment of serenity that was all mine after a very fun and exciting day. A day filled with laughter and sunshine, wine and wonders, treasures and friendship…and all around…

A perfect day with a treasured friend.