This past weekend, I had the opportunity of a lifetime to watch live the Tony Award-winning Broadway musical, Wicked, at the historic Pantages Theatre in Hollywood, California.
The show is nearing the end of its tour in Los Angeles (last show on March 15th!), so I knew that there was no way I was going to let the opportunity to see it pass up. I was accompanied by my good friend, Justine, and my mom, who I decided to bring as my birthday gift for her. Lucky for us for we purchasing our tickets a month ago because we scored really good seats that were reasonably close to the stage!
Wicked was absolutely mesmerizing. I’m only beginning to appreciate theatre and the performing arts, and it completely blew me away! Going in, one of my reservations was not having enough background to understand the story in its entirety since I have not read the book nor am I familiar with the The Wizard of Oz. Nevertheless, the play was easy to understand, even for those without prior knowledge.
It was wicked amazing! The songs, the acting, the dancing, the costumes, the makeup, the set, the special effects… they were spectacular! Everything flowed smoothly from scene to scene. I was at the edge of my seat, my eyes permanently glued to the stage, and my jaw was on the floor during the entire performance. Elphaba (Jennifer Dinoia) and Glinda (Chandra Lee Schwartz) were beautiful and electrifying. I recall feeling goosebumps on my arms and my eyes tearing up when they performed “Defying Gravity,” particularly when Elphaba soared in the air. So many feels! I felt so proud of Elphaba for staying true to herself, upholding her standards, and standing for what she believes in.
By far, Wicked is one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. Even to those who aren’t fans of musicals and plays, I definitely recommend seeing it at least once. You owe it to yourself!
One of my biggest fears is feeling like my life has plateaued. I absolutely dread experiencing any form of inertia in my life, whether it be with my career, my relationships with others or relationship with myself.
Having lived in Los Angeles for nearly 14 years, I’m beginning to feel that little nugget inside of me that can’t help but feel stuck. Most people dream of living in the City of Angels, it’s considered one of the greatest cities in the world! 3.8 million people don’t choose to live here for nothing. I truly feel fortunate being able to afford and have this city as my playground, but at the same time, there is that small part of me that feels as if I have experienced everything this city can offer. Perhaps I’ve been bitten by the travel bug, but I just want to be anywhere but L.A.! Rome… Tokyo… Bali? I’ll take it!
It’s reached a point where I’ve seen the Hollywood sign, Pacific ocean, Beverly Hills’ Rodeo Drive, Disneyland, and other famous Los Angeles attractions so many times that I’m starting to grow tired of it. Change of scenery, please! To be perfectly honest, I secretly feel sick of all the palm trees and the weather being sunny and 75 degrees 360 days out of the year.
I came across the Youtube video above in my Facebook newsfeed a few days ago, and after seeing it, I felt reminded just how magnificent Los Angeles can be and that no matter which part of the world I end up in in the future, it will always always ALWAYS be my home.
If there is one ultimate fact of life that sinks in deeper and deeper into my stubborn cranium every day, it’s this: You are not getting any younger. I admit, being 24 is still widely considered “young” in most societies, but something about reaching my mid-twenties is causing a tad bit of internal panic inside of me.
There have multiple occasions where I was slapped with the reality that my body is changing. It simply does not bounce back the way it used to. I recall taking a weekend trip to Santa Catalina Island a few weeks ago and feeling like I was hit by a truck when I returned. Since when did I get exhausted so quickly?
Upon accepting this realization and the fact that there is nothing I can do about aging, I asked myself the question, “So what are you going to do about it?”
I recently came across a quote Elizabeth Gilbert, author of the New York Times Best-Selling book Eat Pray Love, that I found incredibly profound:
“There’s a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, “Let me take care of you forever,” and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I’d given up looking for that person, and learned how to say this heartening sentence to myself, especially in times of fear.”
So what I am going to do about it? I’m going to take care of myself from now on: emotionally, physically, mentally…
Last Saturday, my two best friends and I got together over brunch with an old friend of ours from middle school. As brunch enthusiasts, we all agreed to meet up at Salt’s Cure in West Hollywood. Granted it was the weekend, the wait for a table lasted for about 45 minutes. All of us have heard great things about Salt’s Cure, so we stuck around.
Also, we ran into Andre 3000 from Outkast! We noticed him walk in with an older lady. All of us recognized him immediately, but none of us were brave enough to actually approach him.
Unlike most brunch places in Los Angeles, Salt’s Cure is very unpretentious. Their exterior design is so simple I almost missed it driving by. In the same token, their interior is modest and charming.
The place itself is fairly small, only seating about 30 people or so. The kitchen/griddle itself occupied about half of the space.
Each one of us ordered the All-Star 2x2x2, which wasn’t on the menu. The dish consists of 2 eggs, 2 pieces of bacon, 2 sausage patties, 3 pancakes and 1 biscuit.
The meal itself look incredibly simple, but my god, that plate is what dreams our made of. It was probably the BEST brunch meal I’ve ever had in Los Angeles. Hands down. Everything was perfectly cooked and balanced and proportioned. There was sweet and there was savory.
The bacon slices were thick just the way I like them as well as the sausage patties. Their eggs could star in their own porn movie. Their biscuits were fresh and fluffy. Their pancakes were in the league of their own. I seriously don’t think I can eat regular pancakes again after having tried theirs. They were accompanied by maple butter, which melted upon encounter with the soft warm pancakes, oozing into its crevices and making sweet love to ’em.
Heavenly! Needless to say, I cleaned my plate off.
In Southern California, “cold weather” is defined when temperatures drop below 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Yesterday happen to fall into the said category, allowing me to finally pull out my sweaters out of the back corners of my closet.
This cowl-neck oversized sweater from Banana Republic is one of my absolute favorites. It’s thick, it’s warm, it’s oversized. Sweaters have a tendency to make the wearer look “lazy” but this one does the opposite. If anything, I feel more polished and put-together!
Fun Fact: I own a Banana Republic credit card, which I get rewards on for purchases I make. I receive a $10 reward card for every $200 I spend elsewhere. This sweater was on final sale for $30.00, and after using with my rewards, I paid merely $0.79! Even the associates’ minds were blown. W I N N E R. I love scoring a good bargain!