ay caramba!

Erin is ditching her jackets and heading to Puerto Rico to play on playa! Jejejejeje I kill me.

I promise to be a better blogger when I return. ;)

free-falling

My camera broke. Again. 2nd time in a year. 2nd time due to drunken debauchery. Full disclosure: we were really, really drunk. Clothes started coming off (NOT mine). Mind you, we were in a bar. A very posh one at that. Because I'm opportunistic like that, I snapped the money shot, and then triumphantly crowed displaying my catch on Facebook. Wrestling ensued. My camera and mind the only casualties. Wail.

(Note to self: you can never show your face at that bar again, ever)

So that's my excuse this time for the lack of updates, which are nearly always inspired by my visual records. I'm waiting for new camera models to come out then you will be returned to your regularly scheduled programming.

In the meantime, I've had lots of time to go through slightly older stuff. Like how I spent my American summer. Post-life-changing, exhilarating, mind-blowing Asia, I shocked my system back into American life by first numbing my senses in suburbia. Suburbia, with all its perfectly cut grass, white picket fences, and old people that go to bed early. Like my parents. Who I love, so suburbia is in fact a necessary evil in my life. But once in a while, it's also a welcome refuge when I feel myself choking on New York exhaust fumes and could use some fresh air and uhh... nature.

Like I mean, what ARE these things?!

Dad found these baby bunnies in a nest right in the middle of his perfectly manicured lawn. Silly mama wabbit. I had my National Geographic moment when I decided to save them and move them to a safer spot under a bush. I dug them a new hole and put an "x" with twigs over it. They were alive and hopping the next day and the x had been moved, so mama had found them. 2 days later they were all gone. Probably off digging holes in someone else's yard.

In place of surfing, I had to get my sporting kicks elsewhere. So a few times a week I'd play b-ball with Dad. He talks a lot of smack, like "who says white men can't jump?" I am ashamed to say that he can kick my ass.

The happiest dog in the world. Mine. He never leaves my side for a moment when I'm there. And he is the most charming partner with whom to take in all the suburbian outdoor splendor and actually make it interesting again. If only I could have half the excitement he has upon seeing yet another lamppost or squirrel.

I'm especially nostalgic now that my transcontinental endless summer is, well... ending. The leaves are turning colors, temperatures are dropping, and my tan is fading (nooo!) faster than I can stock my Fall season wardrobe. I am so not ready. I threw on sandals, shorts and a tank top today in defiance of Mother Nature, and then sheepishly layered the outfit with 2 hoodies and a scarf. Le sigh. Farewell summer. It's been real yo.