1,000 Places

Tonight I am going to a college friends’ 40th birthday party and I can’t wait!  I’ve got my outfit all laid out in my mind, complete with a new pair of Spanx that I may have to jump off of the roof to get into.  Vanity can be painful, but it will be well worth the effort.  I even treated myself to an eyebrow wax at the new spa in town.  The owner was trying to sell me on a spray tan, but I figured I did not want to steal the show when I walked into the party looking like a life-sized butternut squash.  Mr. Wonderful, at 5-foot-8, is always pleased when I wear flats, and I have just the pair in mind.   The weather is unbelievable, so I might not even have to wear tights.  I so sympathize with my two little girls, who downright refuse to wear tights.  Tights and I don’t get along either.  It’s that low-rider nonsense under the crotch that really ticks me off.  I find myself slipping off to the ladies room halfway through most evenings to either remove them or jack them way up to try to get comfortable.

In any event, it’s always great to catch up with old friends, but I found myself pondering an appropriate gift to bring.  Normally I would bring alcohol.  In this case, it would be very suitable.  He was a frat boy, and married my dear friend, who was a sorority sister.  Lord knows we’ve done our fair share of drinking together.  From the classy days of Mad Dog 20/20 to the years and years of college weddings where we drank moderately priced wine, we’ve said “Cheers!” many times together.  There was many a morning party where we all rolled out of bed together to do keg-stands at a seedy off campus house followed by a greasy breakfast at the local dive.  But booze seemed so dull, and I had time to spare, which is highly unusual for me.  I found myself at the bookstore, and I don’t know about you, but I could spend a week in a bookstore just grazing at the offerings.  As much as I love my iPad and the wonders of modern technology, a world without books to leaf through and read would be almost as bad as a lifetime without dessert.

I’ve decided to bring a copy of a book that I think will suit him well, and if you need a gift for the adventurer, check it out.  It’s called 1,000 PLACES TO SEE BEFORE YOU DIE.  It has real, sophisticated, exotic, fun spots to visit ALL over the globe.  As I said in my post yesterday, I love what 40 will bring.  Whereas the last ten years may have well been called “1,000 DIAPERS TO CHANGE BEFORE YOU (HOPEFULLY DON’T) DIE”, there is much to be excited about on the horizon.  There are bags to pack and trips to plan!   Even if your wallet isn’t deep right now, grab a copy and allow yourself to dream.  40 is just a stopping point on the fabulous tour of life called “What’s Next?”.  I hope my friend and his wife enjoy the book.  You can read more about it here on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/000-Places-See-Before-second/dp/0761156860/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329505955&sr=8-1

Have a Presidential weekend!

xo,

Brooke

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