Namaste blog tribe
Most of our loyal cult affiliates are aware that my birthday never goes for only one day. It usually ebbs and flows for a week-ish and I spend the month of September shouting out the whole being born concept. I’ve always just felt if there’s one thing to celebrate, it’s your birthday.
Meanwhile, I’ve developed this affinity for bottle popping. You see, if you’re a feisty female ready to go out whenever, New York City club promoters take notice. That said, I’ve recently surrounded myself with a handful of Manhattan’s finest hailing from Italy to Brooklyn and a few spots in between.
There’s something enthralling about your phone sporadically igniting seven days a week with messages like, “Le Souk tonight? 11pm walk in. Bottles all night.” Such messages are often accompanied by a secret password you tell the doorman to skip the line and walk right inside.
It’s a bit pimped, really. Continue reading
Another birthday is upon us blog family! I’m hiding in the country with my folks – writing stories, laying low. Thinking about this southern gentleman that doesn’t seem to leave my thoughts.
I’ve had the most wonderful day. I’ve been lying in the grass, writing poems, interacting with tribal members worldwide.
I must say, out of all the countries and continents that I was blessed to receive birthday love from… nothing beats the call from one of my favorite Aussie family members/soulmates which concluded with, “HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!”
My smile stretched and heart ached.
Today, I spent my birthday with my parents and learned a new story. When my parents told my father’s father, Papa, that they named me Gretchen – he was very excited.
“I always wanted to name one of my children Gretchen, my wife wouldn’t let me.”
Before I left Australia, on my way back to New York City, my Papa delivered messages through other mediums. I loved hearing from him again today. Regardless of being born during his life, he passed away before I ever physically reached him. Every trace of connection between the two of us is sacred.
I am so elated to be in the country. The stars pop brighter, the moon is bigger, the world gets quieter – thoughts become more clear.
I’m going to spend the next few days lying in the sun, spinning words. Year 36, here I come.
Today is the four year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC. Four years ago today, I was sitting in an Australian farmhouse in Oxley, Queensland getting ready to quit my job and figure out how to relocate my life 10,000 miles from where I was – drinking coffee out an I (heart) NYC mug.
Today I am sitting on the balcony of a midtown Manhattan luxury high-rise, with puppies at my feet. Surviving as a professional Writer, living a life I hardly saw coming when I scratched my head and said, “Hmmm… I think I’ll go back to the city.” Continue reading
Dear Blog Family
My birthday was epic! It went on for a record period of time and there were lots of things that happened during it.
Nearly four years into blahg-ville, I can’t possibly be dishonest about what went down over the past 48-hours. On the actual day of my birthday, I woke up in the morning and sobbed into my journal. I sobbed over a few Christmas pasts and I also spent five to ten minutes boo-hooing over the present state of general humanity.
Then my best friend in Colorado phoned me and sang the most wonderful happy birthday song into my voicemail, which I naturally had to listen to twice. Shortly after, her brother phoned me to say that we were going to a club on Bowery for free bottle service. Then he picked me up in a droptop… super fun birthday drive!
Later that evening, in an SUV rental, myself with three sexy ladies and my boy cruised back to Manhattan. At some stage I was drinking champagne out of the bottle, and we played this song dancing in the car: Continue reading
Approaching the end of week one of my holiday, I understand why I need at least two weeks off for a segment of life to legitimately be considered “time off”.
Leave me in the forest for an adequate amount of time… and new words take shape…