Stop wanting, stop expecting, let it look entirely different ... and you end up eating free fried chicken in the fancy seats.
Since all that kicking and screaming I did earlier this week, I've managed a new level of surrender. Surrender is one of my big lessons in life - meaning, I'm absolutely terrible at it and despise the very thought.
Sure enough, the second I give up and offer up a big fat FUCK IT, life decides to reward me.
When Lan and I met up in San Francisco on Wednesday, it turned into one of those magical days that only ever happen in movie montages.
Cinematic hair! (Mainly because someone spent forty-five minutes aiming a blow-dryer at my head which, I can assure you, has never before happened in my life.) Stunning scenery! Amazing sushi! Random invitation to a ballgame in, get this, the fanciest seats they have!
You know what they have in the fancy seats? Free beer! And fried chicken and chocolate chip cookies! Our seats had cushions! No wait in the bathroom line! There simply aren’t enough exclamation points to properly convey the experience.
This, apparently, is the true power of surrender - and great hair.
Thanks, Lanny. Thanks, hair. Thanks, magical day. Two thumbs up, would surrender again.