Dudes. Went to Rehab the pool party at the Hard Rock for the first time. Allin Nightlife hooked it up! It wasn’t actually all dudes, but there was this hot second where I couldn’t see any girls and had to take this shot! Maybe it was just the spots I was hanging out in, but every guy in Vegas that weekend was a gym rat. Where do they come from!?
Rehab at The Hard Rock Hotel
Over-Priced. Considering it was EDC weekend, everything just felt like a disaster waiting to happen–and it was! We missed the first night of EDC thinking we should rest well and have all-nighters the 2nd and 3rd night. Lucky us, the 2nd night was cancelled due to winds/stages and speakers swaying/unsafe conditions, leaving us only Sunday night (and a 6-hour ordeal Saturday night without any music…). And what better way to represent “Over-priced” than the disappointing Croque Madame and Bouchon experience we had.
Nauseating. Okay, this one is just for fun. I know I get nauseas on carnival rides, yet insist on riding them anyway and scream “OH @#$%” over and over again. I had to take a pause at EDC and sit down before heading to David Guetta’s set!
Excessive. Everything in Vegas is more more more and I actually felt very guilty by the end of the vacation because of how much food, electricity, water, and gas was wasted just to power this ridiculously hot city to be the attraction it is! Here’s a photo of my dessert plate from the Wynn Buffet. I definitely wasn’t trying to make it look pretty–but look at all this dessert…!?
Beautiful. All the things I complained about above were self-inflicted so I am definitely not blaming anyone else for them! Despite the excess, nausea, dudes, and whatnot, Vegas is just very beautiful. The fountains, fantastic hotels, dreamy nightclubs, pools, and themed interiors are just wonderful. What about the flower bunches at the Wynn? Gorgeous.
Here’s the front of the Bacarrat Lounge in The Mirage
Rave costumes, fluffy petticoats, tutus, gigantic wigs, women in bikini joker costumes with their faces painted, excessive music, massive crowds, and carnival rides. Electric Daisy Carnival NY 2012.
EDC NY was amazing, and if all my hopes come true, Vegas will be NY times 100 to an epic epic scale. It was my first time seeing Aviici (whom I still don’t love) and being in the front of the DJ Bassnectar with the likes of Afrojack, and Ingrosso filling the gigantic parking lot of MetLife stadium with life.
There were four stages–one primary, two supplements in the parking lot, and one stage inside MetLife Stadium itself. We took MetroNorth with the rest of the crowds, and the trains drop you right next to the entrance. Fantastic.
Here’s my first set of photos from the event. I’ll post the 2nd batch of panoramics in a later post!
For those who don’t know, I will be running into the ocean (or slowly creeping…we will see in a few weeks) on behalf of the Make-A-Wish Foundation. There are the obvious reasons why I’ve decided to do this and also some new installations from a close friend.
Most touching to me is the reaction I received when I recently told one of my mentees about my polar bear plunge. Being a mentor to my Journey for Change kids has become a really big part of my life. The ability to impact someone else’s life positively, and help guide them in the right direction inspires me everyday, though they probably have impacted me more than I have impacted them with their spirit and genuineness. When I told one of my mentees about my dive she was ecstatic after calling me “mad” and “crazy”. She is only in 8th grade, but completely understands the value of community service and the Make-A-Wish Foundation–her god-brother has signed up for Make-A-Wish because he has sickle cell disease, and she promised me she would tell him what I’m doing. My registration with the Long Beach Polar Bears started out as a fun community-building fundraiser I’d do with my friends (for a great cause), but now it means so much more. My mentee didn’t know what her god-brother asked for, but maybe I can convince her to find out and tell me after she reads this :-). Simply said–to see her happy makes me ecstatic!
One of the hardest things I’m finding about this mini-project is asking for money. Sure it was easy in high school to hide behind my father’s e-mail address and mass-message our friends and neighbors (which one of my team members is doing–GO TEAM AIOLI!!! lol), but the fear of rejection or people not feeling equally inspired about this as I do also comes up. In the end, I figure that it is for a good cause and that if they want to support me and the Make-A-Wish Foundation, it is ultimately up to them, but it’d be my fault and not theirs if I don’t at least try!
Reading the stories of dreams coming true should be enough inspiration for anyone to jump into the ocean. Of the ones I read most recently was the girl who recently had to undergo tons of chemotherapy; she was given the opportunity to meet Justin Bieber–something that may be trivial to some of us, but meant the world to this 5 year old girl.
A friend of mine was looking to snag a couch for free off craigslist. He went as far as to rent a truck, secure a fancy black leather couch in a luxury apartment building, and book a friend for the endeavor.
Then it all went WRONG! The building said he had to use the freight elevator and not the regular elevator, and of course the couch didn’t fit in there. What are two men to do? Off course–walk it down the stairs! HAHA.
We aren’t talking normal fun loving stairs though. They spiraled and the spiral changed directions, and eventually at the bottom the spiral got more and more narrow. They brought it down 6 flights of stairs only to leave the couch and make a run for it!!!
The driver pulls around the corner and gets them to toss the cushions onto the side of the road figuring that the couch wouldn’t make it down the regular elevator, and that there was no way for it to be removed without it being taken apart. Firstly, there was an old man who yelled at them not to throw the cushions onto the street near the recycling (okay, that is fair), but when they tried to move it to the garbage, the old man just started shouting NO NO NO! HAHAHA.
What happened to the cushions? My friend took it to his home garbage and in the end tossed them.
Oops, they were wrong about the couch though. The woman incessantly texted my friend for the cushions back because the maintenance men managed to get it out. He still never responds (fearing the wrath of this woman b/c she has his number and e-mail), but the last message he got was a schooling that if he tossed the cushions he should just man up and tell her. hahahahahaha,
When I try to define the modern woman, the ideas get really jumbled up. For someone like me who has no idea what is going to happen in the next five years, trying to define it depends on a lot of things. I have a 3-year contract starting in June, but plan on taking my GMATs before I start my full-time offer, implying that I am thinking about grad school. In my friends 5-10-year plans there’s these really complex thoughts of…gasps…MARRIAGE and BABIES and CARS and HOUSES! These are the same people who are career women from Stern who ruthlessly got their dream jobs… but how do you do these things AND go to grad school AND save money AND have a family? The modern woman is so darn ambitious! lol.
My parents are great, I have no doubt that they have always wanted and tried to give the best to me–and they have. In return, I’ve tried to take what they’ve taught me success is (and yes, I do believe it) and realize it as much as possible. They’ve taught me to have a strong head on my shoulders, not give in, be skeptical of things, and work hard–essentially the modern BUSINESS and CAREER woman…and of course that Ferrari for Daddy. There’s a lot more to the Baptista’s Book of Life Lessons–but I’m just scratching the surface for my “modern woman” discussion.
If I am supposed to be this powerful/rich/successful woman one day in a big corporation, how do you balance that with relationships, social engagements, and friends? I met the head of Digital Media for People Magazine a month ago and posed her this same question. She basically said that she made sure she scheduled into her calendar husband time, child(ren?) time, and personal time–a time for working out on certain days, a time to eat dinner with her family, and time to spend with her kid(s?). I loved her answer, and completely believe that it works, but when I mentioned it to a few men in my life their first response was that she was being selfish. I’m sort of frustrated that this would be their general response when men have been doing this for ages. I know my father did this, and totally respect and approve that many men do this, but now that I want to do this it is suddenly not okay?
I totally have a problem with nannies (on a personal level), but that is another discussion…
Okay. Seriously. If a woman wanted to take this role of the man, she should be allowed to (if that’s what the couple wants) without people thinking she is being selfish.
So wait, there’s the other side. Of course with my father’s push to be successful in business there was also my mother’s push to be a warm loving person that knew money wasn’t everything. (I’m making bad generalizations, they both emphasize both things). The stereotypical woman from old times is expected to take care of the men in her life without the same amount of attention in return. Women are expected to be the motherly caring types, while the men are expected to grunt and make money.
My grandmother has actually been pressuring me to do this for quite some time with my father–who is perfectly healthy and capable of making his own dinner (and he does!). I’d be more okay with it if she framed it as me taking care of someone who has taken care of me my entire life, but why is it about the WOMAN taking care of the MAN? What about my MOTHER? What about me taking care of my MOTHER? What about my brothers taking care of my FATHER? From the words of my ex-bf (jokingly mostly), “Woman, get me my sandwich!”. Uhhhhh, NO.
The plan right now is to have it all. Yes, I am that “ambitious” modern woman… but we’ll see if that happens.
Oh yeah–grad school is still a big question mark, but I just figured I’d take the exam today just in case I decide to go for it later.