Number Thirty, Thirty-One, and Thirty-Two
Have A Perfect Day
(aka “fuck you” can be sweet)
Number Thirty
Have a perfect day
Number Thirty-One
Spend a day at a vineyard (or two)
Number Thirty-Two
Have a Life-Affirming Meal
Have you ever had a perfect day? Of course you have. One of those days when you look back on it and say out loud “Man, that was a good day.”
Actually, I like to call these Ice Cube days. But that’s just me.
I have a few days from my past that I consider my Ice Cube days.
There was a day in Santorini when my bestie Shaddai and I spent all day on a beach. With perfect mojitos. Dips in perfect blue water, locals fishing for supper.
There is a day in…
Italy when I finally had pizza, grabbed some gelato and walked through Tuscany back to our hotel.
A beach day at Clearwater in 2002 with my two best friends Deja and Shaddai. Our origin story.
A day in Paris. Just 24 hours
This one day in Monterrey where I had the best tequila of my life!
I have a bunch more.
The frustrating thing about Ice Cube days is you cannot plan them. You can’t wake up and Know you are in a perfect day. You just…are in it, feel it, and hope it lasts.
A few weeks ago I had a perfect day.
Shaddai drove down to Austin where I had been all week for work. We woke up early and headed to hill country for wine and to look at the same plant over and over.
We didn’t have one bad wine.
Earlier that week I had been trying to lock down reservations for a 16-course sushi dinner. It was so impossible. I’d get on the waitlist, an opening would happen, and I would miss it.
I lamented out loud about this and my friend Jessica saved the day by telling me there were two locations. 🙏🏽
Reservations acquired.
When I tell you this was the best meal of my life — I need you to hear me.
This was the best meal of my life!
16 courses, 10 seats, 9 different sakes, and a million laughs.
Shaddai took that first bite, chewed for a few seconds, turned to me and said “fuck you”.
Forever ruined.
And forever added to the perfect day list. ❤️