the pursuit of quality in a fleeting life



The craziest thing I have ever done recently happened.  I did not plan it, I didn’t even know that I where I was going and what I was doing until I got there.  In the middle of nowhere in the rolling hills of what I think is San Diego, there was a discreet operation of dare devils and aerialists at work.  When we arrived, I was totally surprised and blown away.  I could not do anything besides smile and think, “Am I really doing this?!?!?!”

We signed our lives away, and the waiting game began.  Under a large shade tree, on a crooked bench, we waited, waited, and waited.  There was ample time to back out and run away, however, we persevered and finished the waiting game to victory.

After two hours of waiting, we were finally suiting up in the brightly colored parachuting suits, harnessing into our life-saving straps, and meeting the person of whom our lives hung in the balance of – literally.  Amped up and adrenaline pumping, we were more than excited and more than terrified at the proposition we had so eagerly signed up for.  We continued to wait until our small single engine airplane was ready to take up a diverse group of ten.

When the green light was ready (figuratively speaking) we all headed to the runway and hopped onto the simple bench in the plane as quickly as we were to jump out of the same plane.  Strapped in and heart-beating furiously, our air mobile jetted down the runway and straight up into the blue skies.  We kept going up, up, and up.  the fifteen-minute flight seemed like forever until we finally reached 13 thousand feet. When we reached our target altitude, the guy sitting right in front of me confidently lifted the plastic sliding door of the plane and propped himself for a minute in front of the gapping hole until he felt it was high enough to jump!

Surprised by the speed and reality of jumping out of a plane, I immediately started freaking out. The first tandem group jumped and then it was my turn.  Freaking out.  I hesitantly moved over to the door.  Gripping my vest with the security of never letting go, I put my head back on my instructor’s shoulder and braced myself for an experience that would take my breath away.

Jumping out of the plane, I could not hold the uninhibited need to scream and release all of the tension of this insane experience.  Falling, falling, falling.  I could feel my face peeling away from me, the ferocity of wind pushing against my entire body, the inescapable breath of calm air as the instructor pulled the parachute and our quickly falling bodies came to a drastically slower speed.  Gliding through the air, hovering so high above the earth, we could see for miles and miles.  The view was amazing and the experience absolutely irreplaceable.  Back and forth, around and around, we drifted slowly back to the firm, solid ground that seemed so secure after such a traumatic ride.

Skydiving has been the most exhilarating experience I have ever been through.  I am quite confident I will do it again, but until then, the thought of what I experienced that afternoon will continue to put a huge smile on my face and goosebumps of excitement all over my body.

Thanks M!


Weekend in paradise, in the city.

the key to luxury.

A few months ago, I was lucky enough to spend a couple nights that the renowned monument, The Beverly Hills Hotel.  Nicknamed the “Pink Castle,” this is where all of the whos whos and whats whats of the entertainment industry stay at when they are in town or just want to escape from the city.  Well anyways, on to my experience.


The Bell Curve

(The amazing Pantage Theatre as produced for The Phantom of the Opera, from 3rd row)

It seems that in life, the theory of “The Bell Curve” is everywhere.  Especially present is when we are faced with the trying subject of life.

Recently, I was audience to an amazing performance of Andrew Llyod Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera.  The Pantages Theatre was as gorgeous as ever, the stage as dramatic as the costumes, and the crowd as varied as the fish in the sea.  Noteworthy, however, were two more matured women who were seated right behind us.  Inept to the world beyond their hearing aids, their commentary and dialogue intermittently dispersed throughout the show dampered the spotlight placed on stage; however, allowed us to enter another that was just as curious.


No time for a bad time (Volume 1, Part 2)

(Got my eyes set on Vdara)

Saturday was began at the unsightly hour of 11 am.  The sun was up and blasting its harmful UVA and UVB rays directly at us as we remotely opened the shades to our second day in Sin City.


The Classic (Volume 1, Part 1)

(The view from paradise)

The saying goes that if you’ve got something good, then hold onto it for dear life.  This annual trip with old friends really goes to show that no matter where we are in life, the best of friends can always reunite in the city that never sleeps and hash out the stresses of life and just have some plain old good times.

We left at the usual time of Friday afternoon as we headed for the barren desert to begin our adventure in the city of lights.  When we got to Aria, we were amazed at the size of our one-bedroom suite with views in every direction. Thank goodness that the windows were only one way.

We went to see the Holly Madison show, Peepshow, and were amazed at the choreographic talents of scantily clad young women.

We then headed to the shady part of town – Downtown Las Vegas.  I can only say that when all else fails and all your friends ditch you (which didn’t happen to me, thank God) stay in the light.  I lost $50 bucks playing Wheel of (non)Fortune slots and decided to call it a night.

A few of us got back to the room at the wee hours of the morning and what else is there to do, but to take a bubble bath.  With views of the city, a bottle of indistinguishable liquids, and a mountain of bubbles; that was the recipe for happiness.  We relaxed, laughed, and swore our losses till the rest came home.

On to Saturday…

Full Frontal (Las Vegas Volume 2, Chapter 2)


(Up-close and personal.)


In all my 24 years, I have never had the pleasure of sitting front row to such a spectacular show – KA.  The engineering, the theatricality, the excitement was magnified to the tenth-degree.

However, I must speak to the past before talking about this more recent experience…  A couple years ago, I went to see this amazing show with a large cup of Adios and a bag of popcorn.  Little did I know that that combination was not enough to keep my attention after being drained from an afternoon of aquatic activities (aka the pool).  I missed a few things, but I got the jist of the non-English spoken show.  The main difference was that we were seated about half the auditorium back.


Serve it to the kids (Las Vegas Volume 2, Chapter 1)


There is nothing more relaxing than baking in the dry, sensual heat of Las Vegas.  This was our first official day in the city of entertainment and we were basking in the ambience (aka sunlight) at the amazing pools of The Palazzo.  The blended drinks come very light so either share with the kids or be sure you have enough to get a few for yourself.