Every once in a summer’s while, the stars align, the fates agree and world is telling you – demanding you! – to just go with the flow and LIVE YO’ LIFE.
For me, that karmic day was June 26, 2010.
I woke up yesterday with a slight wine hangover. No shame. One glass of wine has a tendency to do that to me – much less the four glasses I consumed on Friday night with my gal pals.
The remedy? Carbs + coffee.
That would be a PB+J Banana Dog, for the record.
Now, if only carbs + coffee were the answer to some of life’s other problems – like a dirty apartment, a gigantic undone to-do list or men.
I got myself together (think: read blogs, washed face, brushed teeth + checked bank account), threw on my swimsuit and headed off to enjoy the sunny, 80-degree weather at the park.
Lunch + H2O + the new Women’s Health + laying out at the park = pure weekend bliss.
Here is where my day took its fateful turn in a completely unexpected direction: Brett texted me and asked if I wanted to watch the U.S. play Ghana in the World Cup.
Before I knew it, I was back at one of my old college stomping grounds…
State Street Brats – proud provider of belligerently drunken weekends out for Wisconsin college kids everywhere and home of the city’s only outdoor patio with TV where drinking beer is mandatory.
I felt incredibly old.
But I really didn’t care.
I had a Miller Lite in one hand, my fist pumping for #5 on the U.S. team (my fave, even though they didn’t play him) and cute sandals on my feet…
That’s all a gal really needs, no?
And people watching…ALWAYS people watching.
In fact, this was my reaction to the creepy looking fellow sporting a Michael Jordan jersey who proceeded to approach Brett, our other friend Tony and I and tell us his three top sports idols are Michael Jordan, Brett Favre and Tiger Woods.
I asked him how his moral compass felt having chosen two people who had both cheated on their wives, lied about it and were later found out in a media firestorm of attention.
He stayed away from our table the rest of the afternoon.
Score: Holly – 1, Drunken Dumb Boy – 0.
Then, we met up with Ilsa for food.
We found said food at The Haze – a local Asian/American fusion BBQ place.
I had one of my favorites, which I have not had in forever: banh mi sandwich.
This Vietnamese wonder is just that: wonderful.
It’s a wheat/rice baguette filled with pickled carrots/daikon, cucumbers, cilantro, jalapenos, pate, mayonnaise and in my case, chicken.
Served with grilled asparagus + a side salad and finished off with Monkey Bread Pudding (yes, it DOES exist!), this whole meal was amazing.
Especially since we topped it off with more beer.
When in Madison with fabulous, funny friends and hotter-than-Hades summer weather…
…go dancing and drinking.
Don’t worry about calories, to-do-lists, getting to bed early, being healthy, staying productive or keeping to your budget – which, I admittedly at some point in the day, worried about each of those things.
Something I should always worry about: having the most fun time catching up with friends, laughing about inappropriate things, dancing the night away and living my life to the fullest.
Notice how I rocked the same bathing suit top, make-up-less face, white v-neck shirt and messy bun all day?
From 11am to 2:30am, I was not home or behind a computer for even one minute.
That IS karmic bliss.