Over the weekend, I decided to make a serious attempt at creating a short-term holiday for myself. It was time for something of a break, but I didn't have the time or money to fly to Italy for 24 hours, so I did the next best thing.
I stayed in LA.
I've always thought the term "staycation" was a bit corny, especially when paired with the word "pamper." It usually just sounds like doing a bunch of stuff yourself that you'd really prefer doing outside of your home. I don't care how many tennis balls are under my back, rolling around on the floor is not a massage.
At first I thought to stay in a hotel, but why do that when you could AirBnB it?? On Saturday evening, I scooped a place in Venice for the next day that was super affordable, and just what I was looking for. My main requirements were cable, beach air, and sufficient sleeping quarters. It had all three, plus complimentary wine. The space was about 300 sq. feet, with a ladder to the bed, next to a small flatscreen. I didn't think it would be possible to find an apartment on the beach that felt like a treehouse to watch the Oscars in, but miracles do happen. The earlier part of the day was spent roaming the neighborhood, and taking in the fresh air from the days of rain that was still gently falling here and there.
I should mention that I'm kind of a closet nut about the Oscars. I've equated it to my personal Super Bowl. There are my favorites that I want to win, "teams" if you will. I usually have a few drinks, and I also get into my fair share of arguments with the television. This past Sunday, I was in need of a legitimate space to enjoy this tradition, but didn't want to be in my apartment that is TV-less and far too familiar. I also didn't feel drawn to go to a bar, or attend a screening party that was open to the public. I needed a change of space, and an environment I could comfortably lounge in.
This experience reminded me that you can do things on a whim, entirely on your own, and have a blast doing it. The Oscars were everything I ever dreamed. I pre-gamed while scrutinizing the ensembles on the red carpet. Then once the show got off the ground, I had a solid buzz going and thus began the games.
Jared Leto gave an amazing acceptance speech. Karen O and Ezra Koenig sang the robo-mance song from Her. Lupita Nyong'o and her brother rocked the same haircut. Liza got a blue streak in her hair. All kinds of selfies were taken and tweeted. Gravity swiped all the Oscars, 12 Years a Slave won Best Picture, and Ellen got everyone pizza. Memories were made.
After the Oscars (which was basically a couple hours of watching Lupita be perfect with breaks in between), I went to a small bar nearby for sustenance. Still having withdrawals from my recent trip to Mexico (post to come soon!) I opted for tacos and tequila. The bartender was a man from Mexico, and we got to talking about our spiritual beliefs, living in LA, the Oscars of course, and whatever else came to mind. Before I left, I drunkenly wondered aloud:
"If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?"
"Nothing," he said.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, the short walk back to my temporary home, the freeing state of having taken control of my day or all of the above, but that made me feel incredible to hear. A calm peace seemed to come from nowhere, and I realized that everything was exactly as it should be.
These quiet moments to oneself can definitely lend a lot of calm to what is probably a typical week of stress, noise, and overactivity. That's not to say that a little staycay has to be done on ones own. I just want to encourage everyone to look past the obstacles for a minute and do something surprising, that you most likely really deserve.
Make it happen. Solo, with homies, whatever works. The world wants you to have a cool life.
Happy holidays. ♥