A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012


Megan is my cube neighbor at work as well as a lovely friend that I frequently rope into being my plus-one for random adventures on which I’m way too scaredy-cat to embark solo.  Her partner, Brent, is equally lovely and like my husband, supportive of our endeavors together (most likely because it means they don’t have to be involved in such shenanigans).
A Blue Man

Megan and Brent had grand plans for Brent’s birthday today – The Blue Man Group is in Pittsburgh this week, so they planned on dinner followed by the show.  Unfortunately, Brent got called away on business at the last minute, effectively putting the kibosh on their plans.

For Brent, anyway.

A Blue Man Autograph
Megan asked me to join her in Brent’s absence.  And since I love the Blue Men and I kinda like Megan too, I jumped at the chance.  We had a lovely evening with Caribbean food for dinner at Kaya and a really fantastic show (seriously – sensory overload – it was amazing).  After the show, I got to see the Blue Men up close (yep, they’re just a freaky as you’d expect) and I even got an autograph!

Sorry about your unfortunate birthday, Brent.  

Really…  I am. 

1 comment:

  1. Glad you came along, but I'm really sorry I scooted out of there so fast after the show. It sounds like I missed all the fun!