The drive from Nashville to D.C. was a real adventure! It was my turn to drive and we spent 3 hours stuck on the highway and only went 10 miles! To say that it was a nightmare would be an understatement. Seeing a tractor stuck in traffic with us was something I never thought I’d see. This bump in the road had us contemplating weather or not to sleep in the car at a rest stop. Alyssa was our champion and drove the whole night through Virginia. We checked into our really cool hotel at almost 4am. The morning was rough and a few shots of very low end vodka and coffee woke us right up. We spent our whole day walking around The National Mall. We also spent a lot of time pointing at things asking “what’s this? what’s that?” We did it so much that we ended up singing our own version of the Nightmare Before Christmas tune-with some revisions, of course.
We met up with Monique’s cousin, Jessica, and she became our tour guide (we no longer had to sing). We went to The Museum of Natural History and we got to see The Hope Diamond and it was beautiful! We just barely made it to The National Gallery, which houses the only DaVinci in the United States. It is really quite special as the whole back is painted with an inscription that no one knew was there! Continue reading “Washington D.C.”→
Nashville has been joyously filled with non-stop amazing live music! This is truly the place to be for anyone that wants to make it in the music business, even our Airbnb hostess is involved in the music scene and her husband is currently on tour himself. We have been bouncing around from bar to bar where the energy is so high and lively both day and night. We dressed up a little fancy last night and went to a really cool speakeasy called The Patterson House. The craft cocktails were deliciously on point and the atmosphere was really relaxing. Alyssa told us there were rules we had to follow and one was no staring at celebrities. We heard a rumor that Kirsten Dunst had been there a couple nights before us.
The other rule was that boys were not allowed to talk/approach girls unless they were invited to do so. I think every bar should apply that rule immediately.
There were no televisions in the bar, which made it really nice to have conversations. We got to hang out with Alyssa’s family and met her niece who sat up for the first time on her own while we were visiting. Her brother took us all, baby included, to the Shelby Street Pedestrian Bridge in the evening and we got to see the city all lit up.
I hope we could come here soon.
Ps. I’m pretty sure I stepped in dog poop when I was on the phone with you. I suppose it’s my own fault for walking around the grass in a public place with no shoes on.
We made it to Memphis! The rental car we got at the airport leaving NOLA was quite the surprise. Monique and Alyssa were looking at a nice shiny silver SUV and I spotted the number that matched the ticket the lady gave us. Right there in front of me was a bright red 2015 Chevrolet EQUINOX…with Texas plates. There we stood, three liberal California girls stuck with a red Texan car. An attendant saw us gazing at the car with what I can only imagine were 3 very sad faces because he asked if there was anything wrong with it, our response was “no, it’s just from Texas.” He didn’t quite get it. We named the beast Texas Red. After about 6 hours on the road from NOLA to Memphis, the first thing on our to-do list was to experience Beal Street. We checked into the hotel and got out of our road clothes and into our cute outfits. We were ready to immerse ourselves in the live music but most of the bars were already locked up and shut down for the night. There were just a handful of people out and Alyssa rightfully declared,
“Memphis is closed.”
We found one bar that was still open and decided to have a few drinks because when in Rome… We quickly ran into an insolent, drunk schmuck. Continue reading “Memphis, TN”→
First of all let me tell you that having bars in airports is the best idea ever! Alyssa, Monique and I (SAM) treated ourselves to mimosas after having to wake up early to get to SFO on time. Our flight to NOLA, however, was really…interesting. Monique and I got stuck sitting next to a crying baby and it was the worst. Once we landed, we got into a cab and gave him our destination. In order to get to our Airbnb, our taxi driver had to drive by the Super Dome. It looked so small and it was really hard to imagine how many people had to take refuge there when Hurricane Katrina demolished their city. We couldn’t start our epic vacation on a sad note though so today we went on a swamp tour! We got to feed marshmallows and hot dogs to some Alligators. Our tour guide told us that Alligators really like marshmallows, something to do with the sound they make when they splash on the water and not really for the taste. Continue reading “NOLA”→
Alyssa, Monique, and I had been itching to coordinate an epic adventure to go on together. Our squad was at its peak, texting, talking, drinking and smoking on the daily. Over the Christmas break; we decided to take a cross-country trip to New York City. We started spilling names out of all the places we wanted to go and Monique suggested we take a serious look at the map and familiarize ourselves with the geography of the USA. We spent several nights at Alyssa’s apartment trying to think of people we knew, reaching out to family members who would let us crash on their couch or show us around. After consuming many bottles of wine, smoking an impressive amount of weed, and a short presentation, we had a plan. As soon as the semester ended, we would take two weeks off beginning Memorial Day weekend and fly to New Orleans.
From New Orleans we would make our way to Manhattan and spend one whole week exploring the city. Alyssa would work from the office in the Empire State Building and Monique and I would be free to wander around with no agenda.
After two years at the blue house, our room seemed to be very tight. Our fur baby, Marley, was no longer a kitten and required much more space than we could offer. We had been cooking a lot more and needed more kitchen space. Not to mention the storage space we were lacking while accumulating things couples accumulate-mostly more shoes and clothes. We had reached our savings goal and applied to an apartment near the train station. The location was perfect as it was also closer to Fitz’ 2 bartending jobs at The Irish Pub and Fonzie V’s. We waited nine long months and finally heard back in February, a month into me starting a new school in a different city. Perfect timing. We were scheduled to look at a unit. It would not be the one we would be moving into but similar to the one opening up in March. Fitz and I were excited and took a tour of the grounds. Walking into the apartment, we saw a blank slate. A new beginning. Our lives together would start here, in this empty apartment that we would fill with love, with wild dreams, passion, and too many adventures. This was perfect for us! Continue reading “The Apartment”→
As previously mentioned, I had been taking night classes at the community college while working sometimes up to two jobs. Except for that Spring semester when it was working two jobs and had to do a work study! What is that?! This had not been easy, but finishing school was something I had wanted and needed to do. Fitz was 110% supportive of this. He would encourage and pump me up when I was feeling defeated. When the time came to decide what I wanted to do, I chose English Literature. My school choices were East Bay or San Francisco. Naturally, I picked San Francisco. I applied, sent my transcripts and forgot about the whole thing. I got a letter in the mail one day from San Francisco State University. I waited for Fitz to come home to open it.
“Dear Sherry Portillo:
On behalf of the faculty, staff and admission, I am pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to San Francisco State University to begin study in Spring 2014.”
I had been accepted! We jumped up and down on the bed and we were both in tears. Things were moving forward. Dreams were coming true. Our hard work was paying off in the most wonderful way.
How was this ever going to work? People commute to San Francisco every day for work. I can load up on classes and only go up two days a week-easy. I can keep my part time jobs and work when I am not commuting. Homework could be done on the train and on weekends. Social life-who needs that?! I was terrified and needed reassurance, “Are we ready for this big change?” Fitz responded, “Yes, we got this mamma!” “Okay, love.” His “I love you” was all I needed to know that everything would be all right. Continue reading “The Acceptance Letter”→