Hiya! I know I’ve been on a bloggy hiatus from this blog address since mid-June, but I promise I haven’t forgotten aboutcha. I’ve just been thinking of a game plan for blogging on Life at Thirtysomething, as it’s my secondary blog behind Pop Culture Junkie. And I’ve decided that I’m not going to give myself a hemorrhoid trying to squeeze out a blog that just isn’t there. I’m just gonna let it flow. If I have a topic, I’ll blog…and if I don’t, well, *crickets*.
SOOO, I thought I’d update you on my latest trip to SoCal…
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This past weekend, my husband and I went down to Hermosa Beach near LA to hang with our friends over the 4th of July holiday. We had a great time, but now, I need another vacation. There’s nothing more exhausting than binge drinking all day and all night. It can really wipe you out when you’re 30(+). But when in Rome, you do as the Romans do. And while celebrating our nation’s b-day in SoCal, we drink like we breathe – nonstop.
On Saturday, we did a “crib crawl” where we hopped around from house party to house party, socializing and you know, drinking. I even enjoyed a little bit of college nostalgia when I was peer pressured into doing a beer bong! I mean, why waste time being sober? My friend reasoned with me, this will just get us to the ultimate goal faster. Ok, well, like I’m really going to look like a puss here – gimme that nasty germy thing and let’s get the party started. Fuck watery eyes and beer running down my chin – there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Everybody’s doin’ it.
After a long day of boozing, we slid into comfy seats in an IMAX theater and watched “Eclipse” and swooned like it was for our health. Well, the guys didn’t, they slept with their mouths WIDE open in the seats next to us, but my girlfriend Ashley and I def cried happy tears during the chaste but oh-so-sexy love scenes.
The next morning, Ashley and I went out to the beach to support our signif others who were in the process of completing the “Iron Man” competition. But really, all we were doing was standing there watching the guys pound the required minimum of six beers at the end of the event, in which they both admitted to half-assing the actual competition. But oh no – there will be no half-assing the beer chugging portion of the event! Geez. It doesn’t matter how old they get, guys can always channel their inner meat head.
Later in the day we had a BBQ and I realized that I should never pour my own margaritas. I tend to over-serve myself. I mean, it was fun, from what I can recall… except for when I sort of had a freak out moment when I woke up at 3am on the couch and found my foot standing in a puddle of someone else’ upchuck. YUM-MAY! Apparently I was running around the room in hysterics shouting, “I can’t believe this, I’m almost 31, I’m almost 31” – like this shouldn’t be happening to me because I’m almost a mature age of “31”. The problem with this rant is that I’m not almost 31. I’m barely 30 and a half, please. Drinking can make you say crazy things.
It goes without saying that for the next two days I had a wicked hangover. But despite this, I had a blast.
Now, I should be clear that this is NOT my normal lifestyle. This is a slice of life I like to dip in and out of on rare occasion. It’s the SoCal life. Well, in all fairness, it’s the 4th of July SoCal life. If there was a theme song for the weekend, it would’ve been Katy Perry’s new gem “California Gurls”. Like the song, this place is light, fun, and definitely not how life really is. And I can’t wait to go back! But next time, I’ll definitely be putting a little less “ta-kill-ya” in my margs, like, for realz.
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