It’s a balmy Friday afternoon in October, about 75 degrees — truly suns out, guns out weather. What better way to spend it than basking in the sun in Nolita? You grab one of your faves and wander over to Seamore’s, hyping up its fish tacos and cool scene.
You sit down at a table near the window enjoying the sun and slight breeze, then you get down to business ordering the fish tacos. Your partner in crime, upon the recommendation of the server, orders the lobster roll.
And. I meeeeaaaaaaaannnnnnn…..
“Morena, morena”, he whispers insistently. It is approximately 10 am on a Sunday morning and you have strolled farther than you intended. Ironically, you are standing on the steps of one of the five cathedrals in the city, enjoying the sounds of the church bell ringing, when you hear him again…closer it seems, more insistent–
You feel a flicker of irritation. You know the word itself is not necessarily offensive; it’s the delivery — it’s sexual, it’s aggressive, it’s UNWANTED.
We stared at the pyramids.
“Don’t think about the heights”, Ale said, “just think of the endorphins you’ll get from the climb”.
Sluggish and holding a strong cup of coffee, I sideeyed the hell out of Ale.
We had just arrived to the pyramids in Teotihuacan and, as someone who is insanely afraid of heights, I questioned my choice…hell all of my life choices. Why would I get up early and ride 45 minutes to terrifying, albeit beautiful, stone structures that are a gazillion feet high?
I spent all day on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching all of the 2011 WWE Pay-Per-Views and the following Monday Night Raw episodes. I’ve again become obsessed with CM Punk and pipe bombs.
…that’s what inspired this launch.
When I was 18, I graduated telling everyone I was going to be the next Barbara Walters – no—the next Oprah. I was going to have my own show and become a somewhat celebrated actress in my own right (The Women of Brewster Place is STILL one of my favorite miniseries!).
What I really wanted? I wanted to be the female, one-woman version of WWF’s (now WWE) Degeneration X. I wanted to fly high like X-Pac, have the mat skills of HHH and Shawn Michaels, the charisma of Road Dogg (without those horrible, horrible dance moves) and the sheer presence of Chyna.
I don’t know what happened to that dream, to be honest. It’s probably for the best.
While I clearly indulge that old interest now and then (more often than I care to admit), I have developed new passions, new hobbies. I no longer look to escape by watching moonsaults from the top rope. Instead, I now look forward to my next flight, my next destination. I’m obsessed with discovering new restaurants, new bars. My happy place is 125th Street surrounded by wigs and tracks. And on Saturday nights? You will now most likely find me in bed with a book.
….aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnddd that’s what this space is for.
This was originally geared to be a travel and food blog…and it could still very well be that. I have no idea. I probably should have sat down and figured out exactly what I wanted to accomplish with my own little corner of the net but, honestly, I’ve owned this domain for two years. If I don’t launch SOMETHING now, it’s not going to happen.
So…let’s just see where this ends up?
(Featured image from El Comercio)