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Getting Real about Getting Real

It’s so meta!
Yesterday Getting Real Record celebrated it’s ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! The ladies of GRR had some celebratory drinks at Bloodhound, a bar in SOMA known for it’s laid back vibe and killer cocktails. I had the signature drink, “the bloodhound” — your choice of liquor (I chose gin of course), campari and grapefruit juice. It was deliciously pink with just the right amount of bitterness. Ramya went for “the recoil” – bourban, elderflower liqueur, and ginger beer. Also a winner. Bloodhound also has a lot to offer for the beer drinker, Katie’s stout was rich and creamy like my morning latte.

There is something about SOMA that makes me feel more like I’m in “the big city” than other parts of San Francisco. After we had a couple cocktails and parted ways I began walking to the train station and I felt invigorated. I had one of these moments where I realized the life I am living is actually much like the life I imagined for myself years earlier.  I remember in college watching Sex and the City and daydreaming about living in the big city and meeting my fabulous friends for happy hour after I leave my glamorous job wearing inconceivably high heels.

Ok it’s not exactly as I imagined it. For one, I’m not in New York City. (And just to clarify, I have been in love with New York since I was maybe 13, so this is not just a Sex and the City influence). The job falls short in the glamorous department and the hills in San Francisco aren’t too conducive to wearing sky-high heels, not to mention the weird looks you would get for being so “dressed up” for no apparent reason. But the important part is there. The friends. No matter what crazyness and stress comes with the work week, with dealing with bosses, boyfriends (who are the best really), parents (so loving), responsibilities, errands, LIFE, it’s amazing how making time for a little chat (and a cocktail or two) with your girls can really lift your spirits and put all that stress in perspective….or at least on hold til the buzz wears off. (kidding)

I walked along 6th street looking up at the fog enveloping the towering office buildings in the distance. I even imagined myself sitting in front of my laptop later that night with my head cocked to the side and my forehead scrunched up as I made the Carrie Bradshaw “I couldn’t help but wonder” face before I began writing this post. Then I looked down just in time to see a man squat down, drop his pants, and take a shit right there in the middle of the street. Bet you will never see that on an episode of Sex and the City. A little reminder that city living — much like everything else — in real life is a little less glamorous than on television.

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Getting Real about the Halloween hype

For me, Halloween has turned into New Year’s Eve part two: too much hype. You feel like you have to have amazing plans, or be on that guest list to that cool party, and coordinate with all your friends, and have a really cool/creative/funny costume where you look cute, but not too cute cause you don’t want to be one of those girls that is dressed like a slutty fill-in-the-blank but you are trying to look halfway decent. I mean, I already had a headache thinking about it in late September.

I don’t need a special holiday to have an excuse to wear a mini skirt. (I do however need temperatures to go above 75 degrees which may never happen in San Francisco). And I certainly don’t need a special holiday to stuff my face with candy or booze or candy-flavored booze.

I ask myself, why the high expectations? Because it’s so fun trying to spend the next day washing fake blood off of your clothes or locating your missing fake eyelash, while nursing your hangover with a huge bottle of Gatorade and the greasiest Chinese food you can find that delivers? Or maybe it was that one year you met that guy at the bar who dressed as a wizard and because you were 3 greyhounds in, he seemed incredibly interesting so you decided to exchange numbers and go on a date. Then you found yourself 1 hour into the date, fiddling with your chopsticks, wondering how you were gonna get out of this because if you stay much longer you might die of boredom. He looks at you and asks in earnest if you’ve found a local radio station that you really like. You stare at your phone trying to will it into ringing and giving you an excuse to escape. If this were Sex and the City, you already would’ve found a way out of there. That’s the last time you agree to go on a date with a man in a cape.

Nevertheless I had high hopes. But it was just another party, with just some average music. It was the company of friends that made it fun. And as it often is the case, my favorite part of Halloween weekend was something completely unplanned and unexpected. On Sunday evening, a few friends and I walked through my neighborhood on the way to the grocery store and stumbled upon a Halloween street party. Each house had amazing decorations, with no detail spared. We are talking spider webs, jack-o-lanterns, smoke machines, cackling witches, and spooky ghouls. Some houses had themes like Little Shop of Horrors, and some were full-on amusement parks with games and prizes. Music was blasting and people of all ages flooded the street. My friend who was visiting from New Zealand looked on in amazement uttering, “oh my god, no way” for about 5 minutes straight. She looked at me, her face lit up and said, “this is JUST like I imaged it, it’s just like in the movies. Wow, Halloween in America is AWESOME.” So what else could we do, but join the party and dance our little hearts out amongst the little (and the big) zombies, cowboys, and monsters. Awesome indeed.


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