First Work Trip Abroad: Completed

Bonjour!

I returned from my work trip on a Thursday, had to go into work on Friday, slept all of Saturday and Sunday, then was back at it again on a Tuesday.

My first work trip abroad was a success! I’m feeling more comfortable and relaxed in my position–not completely comfortable and relaxed–but more, and it’s quite a relief.

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The Moet & Chandon property

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I always choose scallops.
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The Moet & Chandon vineyard
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A fancy door and parquet flooring I’d like to have in my house, tyvm.
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There was SO much champagne.
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Moet & Chandon
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My French hotel
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You’ve seen one castle, you’ve seen ’em all, but…still pretty impressive n’est-ce pas?!
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A vineyard
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My hotel room in Germany

I didn’t really get to do anything but work in Germany. I wish I had gotten more pics but–maybe next time! But as you can see, France was a dream. We stayed in the Champagne region where all the world’s champagne is made (otherwise it’s called sparkling wine), and there were vineyards as far as the eye could see. We got to stay at a fancy hotel because my company was doing a collaboration with the hotel, and I may have never been able to stay in such a luxurious place if it weren’t for work.

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Next time I’ll tell you about some artwork I bought (online) for the house and have become obsessed with. But I bought some new running shoes and now I have to go get my money’s worth out of them. I’m training for a marathon next year–haha, just kidding. I couldn’t even finish that nonsensical sentence, BUT I do have a goal of being able to run a mile in eight minutes or less. I don’t know why. Never having a reason for doing stuff is kinda my thing.

À la prochaîne !

Back in the Trenches

Another day, another dollar, kids. My life as a barefoot, carefree, wind in my hair Malibu-an was not to be. Georgia Power called and said, “Bitch, don’t try us.”

Also, in a moment of profound insanity, I promised my friend’s kids (ten and eleven) that I would take them to Six Flags (among other idiotic promises I can’t believe I made) on their spring break, which started on Saturday. Although I am the queen of canceling plans, there’s no way I could or would do that to children. If you’ve ever been a disappointed kid, you know how it feels. So I took the little jerks to Six Flags, and it wasn’t as heinous as I thought it was going to be. The lines weren’t that long and the kids were funny enough and the weather was pretty pleasant. Aside from spending a bazillion dollars on hamburgers, it was a fun day.

On Sunday I steam-cleaned my floors to prepare for my upcoming move, and I was able to coax them into a little child labor in exchange for some ice cream and Ariana Grande. This magical combo doesn’t just work on kids, though. I’m also highly likely to do most things if Rocky Road and Ariana Grande are involved. Tomorrow, I promised to take them swimming at Chastain Park, and I just… I don’t remember why I made these promises! Was I drunk?! In a really optimistic mood?! I think because when I made them April seemed so far away that it was almost in the abstract. Well, April’s here and it’s time for me to pay up, I guess. It’s really not that bad except for the initial realization that I have to get out of bed and put on pants on my day off. Everything else after that is a breeze. But public pools? God help me.

Okay, I’ve gotta get back to work. Much to my chagrin, electricity ain’t free.

Bisous !

This Weekend In Malibu

Chrissy Teigen has highlighted Instastories of her cooking recipes in semi real-time from her cookbook. I made the pan-seared fish this weekend. I followed it step by step, and my fish (sea bass) turned out beautifully. It was perfect. Like an actual chef had cooked the dinner.  I’m not the kinda girl to brag, but… My sea bass could be served in restaurants. I don’t think that’s bragging as much as it is just plain, ol’ facts. I substituted garlic & basil butter (from Whole Foods) instead of plain butter, but that’s the only thing I changed. If you like to cook and you’re not following Chrissy Teigen on Instagram, what are you even doing? She is single-handedly responsible for taking my cooking game from a seven to an eight. I’m at an eight, guys.  With some dishes anyway.

This past weekend we drove to Malibu and stayed at an AirBnB for the weekend. It was picturesque and relaxing. I don’t really think of myself as a city girl because I’m happiest and most relaxed barefoot and away from people. But… But I need to be close to the action. And I think that the distance from L.A. to Malibu is just right. When we used to visit my grandma every summer in small town Mississippi during my childhood, I don’t think I ever put on shoes. And my cousins and I used to beg my grandma to let us ride in the bed of her pickup truck, which of course is illegal now. I mean–I know that some of that was just the ridiculousness of youth, but–I still don’t care for shoes much. I’m just a country girl who likes the city sometimes! Malibu would be perfect for the rest of my life if the weather was colder during the winter. Also if it were cheaper.

Spring in Malibu is something special, though. The Bae and I went sailing, and although he was loathe to get on a boat with me as the lone sailor, he knew that it was best to at least pretend that he believed in my sailing skills if he wanted a conflict-free weekend.

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Guys, I took sailing lessons for like three years as a kid in Chicago. And again for another couple of summers as an adult in Chicago. CHICAGO IS ALL ABOUT SAILING IN THE SUMMER. I’m very good. Even better than I am at parallel parking. You can trust me.

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Wear your life jacket, though! #trustbutverify

Last weekend, I also binge-watched the entire season of Selling Sunset on Netflix. It’s a reality show about realtors in L.A. selling multi-million dollar properties. I usually hate most reality shows, but this one was catty without being too catty. Ya know? Like the perfect amount of drama combined with stunning and jaw-dropping real estate. I happily consumed every second, and now I want more. Who knows when they’ll drop the second season, though. I’ve been patiently waiting for the next season of Narcos, and…nothing!

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Talk soon, kids! Bisous!

Bonne Année!

I woke up this morning and most of my pillows were on the floor and the sheets were untucked. As per usual. Anyone else a savage sleeper? I mean, I sleep like a log. But obviously a thrashing, wiggling log. When I was about seven, the whole family was at my grandma’s house so we had to be resourceful with sleeping arrangements. I slept in my grandma’s bed with her, and the next morning she was like, “never again!” And she meant it. It’s comforting to know that some things just don’t change!

This morning I went to brunch with some of my family, and then we went to the mall for some light browsing. I looovee to browse. I’m not the best at making decisions about things right away. I like to ponder. It’s a strength and a weakness. I can tell you all the notes of that perfume you’re considering and five other perfumes that are similar. But if you want to go out and eat lunch with me right now…well, you’ll definitely have to decide where. I’m not a machine!

I’m a little sad that the holiday season is over (still really have the urge to keep watching Home Alone), and I’m always a little irked at the “new year new me” sentiment that January brings about. But that’s just me having a good ol’ love/hate relationship with change. It’s necessary and good and blah blah blah. But man, does it knock me off balance for a minute (longer than a minute)!

Happy New Year, guys! Enjoy your black-eyed peas!