I've always wanted to be friends with Lucy Ricardo. Seriously, can we all please just agree on that? I do believe that her and Ethel's most honest quest was always just to have a good time: Lucy was the best.When I was little and enveloped in oldie but goodie TV shows, I spent a lot of time daydreaming about having her as my friend, especially the "how can we make this more fun?!" friend who would be an amazing addition to any event your significant other couldn't attend.
That was a nice fantasy, but in reality- I have Juan.
Every year, I attend an event downtown that my Dad pours his little charitable self into. He tirelessly donates, markets, advertises and organizes his time, money and energy into this cause. Without giving too much detail, the Charity was founded after one of his close work associates passed away. My Dad has always been a giving guy and donates often and consistently: but this is his big one.
Fortunately for me, every year I'm on the guest list and have the luxury of eating, drinking and being merry in the name of paying it forward. Is there ever a better feeling? Traditionally, I've always taken my significant other but... when a concert he's dying to go to falls on the same day, well it's a quick call to Juan: the back-up with the mostest (I took few pics of myself this night and none are really that special... so luckily for most of you, my face doesn't appear below).
|Juan and My Dad- he's known Juan as long as I have. They love to talk smack to each other.|
|I love this of him- smile away Dad, you earned this night.|
|The Beautiful Governor Hotel in Portland, Oregon|
|I hadn't eaten carbs that work week and that pastry shell housing the salad was buttery and crumbly and total food porn|
|Chicken, Fish & Veggies: words can't explain how much this is almost my dream meal- just needs some artichoke too!|
|My Dad and Stepmom listening to the awards ceremony|
|Get in the giving spirit with some spirits!|
|I never tire of attending events here, beautiful embellishments everywhere you look.|
|I downed the salad and entree- but gave this to Juan. Sweets rarely call my name so they're easy to avoid.|
|Cheese on the other hand...|
I definitely felt grateful to have my brilliant back-up perform the general date tasks of gentleman courtesy: purse holding, joke whispering during the ceremony and trying to help me land an Obama Chia Pet at the silent auction (ugh! I did not win it. Best White Elephant Gift ever!). But just because he acted like a stand-up guy in a suit at the event, please do not forget how I usually see him.
This is Juan at my apartment when he came over so we could go to the gym:
|One of my favorite pictures which encapsulates his craziness. We have a gym date he comes over hungover, in jeans and unable to move. A regular Lance Armstrong.|
Midnight struck Cinderella and your date is just a mouse! Or in this case, a sloth.
(love you Juan)