Light!

After being in Tennessee for less than a week I got my first opportunity for a review! Yay me! One of mine and Husband’s favorite Nashville attractions is Cheekwood Art and Gardens, so when I was offered the job of reviewing their new exhibit, Light, I made plans to go immediately.

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Light is an exhibit by Bruce Munro that uses various materials (including recycled plastic bottles) and hundreds of miles of glowing optic fibers to light up the grounds of the botanical gardens. Exploring the hundreds of acres during the day is a beautiful and relaxing experience, but seeing them transform to an iridescent field of flickering lights is awesome.

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My plan was to arrive to Cheekwood before sunset, see the grounds in the daylight, at dusk and at dark. We left with plenty of time, but as we arrived we were greeted by Cheekwood staff before we even reached the gates. They told us that all the lots were full  and we would have to park at a church 5 miles away! There, a shuttle would pick us up and transport us to the gardens. The gardens were so full, that there were two large churches 5 miles away that were being used for parking.

Irritated, we drove to the church, parked and waited with dozens of other people. There were so many people waiting that we actually had to take the second shuttle. I have never seen Cheekwood so crowded.

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We did eventually make it by dusk and quickly met up with our friends. The lights are okay in daylight, but this is a show that you really must wait until dark to see. (Yes, Mom-in-law, I’m talking to you…)

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There were signs with arrows telling us which direction to walk, thank God. We never would have made our way around in the dark without directions. There were also several booths along the walk that sold sodas, wine, chips and even ice cream. It’s probably best to make a whole night out of this exhibit. Bring cash, good shoes and take your time.

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Even though the grounds were more crowded than ever, it didn’t bother us while walking around. Cheekwood is so enormous that it never felt as crowded as it must have been. There was plenty of space for the live jazz band, the dancing guests, kids doing cartwheels, babies in strollers, couples holding hands and tipsy people to stumble on the sidewalks. My photos do not do this exhibit justice. The bulbs, which looked like glowing tulips, seemed to go on for miles and they changed colors every few seconds creating a flowing field of lights.

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The exhibit continued into the mansion/art museum. The mansion and the courtyard always make me feel as if I’m walking through Jay Gatsby’s house. There are beautiful chandeliers, winding staircases, live piano music and an unbelievably beautiful courtyard…just call me Daisy.

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We had a great time walking through the gardens and checking out this new exhibit, but were famished by the time we finished touring the mansion. We made plans to have dinner together with our friends, but forgot that we had parked so far away. After waiting for a few shuttles in a long line we made it to our car over a half hour later. Even though I loved the show, I left annoyed and starving. My desperate need for chips and salsa made me forget about all those stupid lights, I could only think of getting to our car and getting dinner.

Lights is worth visiting if you are in the Nashville area, but be prepared. Either show up early so you can get a parking space, make a reservation for dinner on the premises, eat beforehand, or bring snacks. Don’t plan on getting in and out quickly. Get more info and ticket prices here.

Cheers!

Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

Today is Father’s Day, and like many other holidays I wish I was able to be with you, and I feel a twinge of guilt for living so far away. I woke up this morning thinking about our relationship over the last 28 years and how it’s evolved, had ups and downs and is often taken for granted. I may talk to Mom everyday, and I definitely inherited her shopping gene and her tendency to worry about everything, but I see pieces of you in my actions and choices everyday.

As a little girl as I was happiest being by your side. I loved being “Daddy’s little girl” and was even happier when you once called me “your only son”. I wanted to be just like you. One of my favorite memories is going to and from basketball practice and games with just you. We would stop at the 7/11 to pick up beef jerky and Gatorade, and you would tell me how I was the fastest kid on the team. On the way to games we would often have breakfast together at McDonald’s and I felt so cool to have that alone time with you. We weren’t like Mom or Sister; we were tougher, stronger and wittier. We liked to workout, play hard, be outside and be on the water. I was always SO disappointed that I couldn’t go hunting with you, but now I am so thankful you never let me. Shooting Bambi would have scarred me for life, and you obviously knew that.

Riding Jurassic Park together at Universal Studios.

Riding Jurassic Park together at Universal Studios.

I grew up to be much “girlier” than my days as a tomboy, but thanks to all my time with you I still know how to kick off my shoes, bait a hook, shoot a gun, drive a four-wheeler, change my oil and my tire, life weights, skin a fish and drive a truck. I just have better hair and painted nails while I do it.

Dad and I in Time Square

Dad and I in Time Square

Besides all of the wonderful “southern gal” skills you taught me, there is so much more. I know that my compassion to help others comes from you. I’ve seen you go out of your way to give someone a hand, spend time with a lonely family member and even support my best friends. When I was in high school I had a few friends who often needed a place to crash for a weekend, and sometimes a few weeks. Not only did you let them stay with us, but you loved them like your own daughters. You expected them home by curfew, and you treated their boyfriends like mine…by often scarring the sh*t out of them if they attempted a move on your turf.

Celebrating Natalie's 30th birthday

Celebrating Natalie’s 30th birthday

I know that I got my work ethic from you as well. There is not a time in my memory where you were not working hard. I remember you coming home in you nomex and heavy work boots, covered in sweat in the Texas heat, and then spending your weekend taking care of the house, remodeling rooms, mowing the grass and fixing every broken toy and tangled necklace I brought you. Numerous times, you reminded me of the importance of hard work. You expected me to make good grades, work hard, be respectful of my teachers and bosses and to do work that I will be proud of. Although, what really mattered is that you were proud of me.

Graduating with my Masters

Graduating with my Masters

The words that touch me the most are these, “I’m proud of you Hil”. Hearing that phrase after graduations, dance recitals, basketball games, career accomplishments and my wedding day was the poof I needed to know that I did well. This phrase is never tossed around lightly. I never hear it for doing frivolous activities or expected chores. No, you say it when you mean it most, so I know it’s true.

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Taking Dad around NYC

Every child thinks their Dad is the bravest. I know I thought you were. You weren’t afraid of the dark, the monsters in my closet, the bugs outside or climbing ladders. Now, as an adult. I am positive that you are the bravest. I have seen you stand up for yourself and for others, watch both your daughters move away and start their own families and look cancer in the eye (more than once) without fear. (However, I now know that you are a little afraid of bugs.) I don’t know how you do it Dad. You have been through trials that would tear me to pieces and break me down, but you always seem to come out stronger on the other side.

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You may be watching me grow over the years, but I’ve seen you grow as well. Each year you become wiser, more sensitive, more spiritual and definitely more handsome. I’ve also seen you be promoted from Dad to Grandpa with Micah. The most proud I have ever seen you is with your Grandson, he’s one lucky little guy.  I cannot wait to one day see you with my children.

Thank you for teaching me to be thoughtful, hard-working, respectful, appreciative, strong and brave.

Happy Father’s Day Dad, love you most.

Cheers!

 

Instagram…it’s about time

I got Instagram when it first became the new hot thing, but shortly after I became the social media coordinator at work. Instagram doesn’t allow you to have multiple accounts, and singing in and out every time I wanted to switch was such a pain in the butt. So, I decided to delete my personal account and only use Instagram for work. Such a dedicated employee…I know. Anyways, I am no longer an employee, and can now dedicate more time to my own social media. Yay!

The day I left NYC (also my last day of work) I opened a new Instagram account and I now feel like the “first day on the Internet kid”.

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Here are a few of my photos over the last week…

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I also opened a Vine account a couple of weeks ago, but I’m still learning the ropes. It’s probably the easiest app to use, but everyone else’s videos are SO cool and creative! I’ll get there eventually, and I’m having a lot of fun learning and playing on Vine.

You can follow me on Instagram @PositivelyPanicked, and Vine @HilarieMZ (or just follow me on Twitter!) and I’ll be sure to follow you! You can expect way too many pics and videos of Belle and Starbucks cups, and maybe a few house pics too.

Cheers!

Cheers!

 

Mom in the City

Alright, I may not be in New York anymore, but I’m not quite finished with my NY blogs. Also, I’m having a little trouble with writing Nashville posts at the moment… all I can manage to discuss is how difficult it is to unpack without furniture, how best to organize a closet and how often I’ve wanted to cry because I get almost zero cell service here. For now, I think it’s best that I write about the rest of my Mom’s visit in NYC.

Mom was only able to visit for a couple of days, but I managed to squeeze in a wide variety of NY events during her short visit. You know all about our time at Central Park and Bergdorfs, but we did so much more! Mom has never been to the Empire State Building or any other tall building with a fantastic view, which is a must when visiting the city. I tried to convince her to sneak on the roof of Le Parker Meridian with me, but she was against breaking the law. So, I took her to Top of the Rock (Rockefeller Center that is) instead.

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And no trip to NYC is complete without a walk through Time Square. We went to the bar on the 8th floor of the Marriott which has a great view of the whole square.

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Another park I somehow failed to mention in the “parks blog” is Brooklyn Bridge Park. The day we walked through this park was so beautiful that every single Brooklyn-ite decided to spend the whole day lying on blankets and picnicking right by the water. As Carrie Bradshaw once said, “New Yorkers treat every nice day like it could be their last”.

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If we weren’t park hopping, shopping or sight seeing, we were eating. The amount of food we consumed is a bit ridiculous, but we like to believe that we walked it all off. It’s the perfect excuse to eat what you want in New York, you can just walk home afterwards. I had already taken my Mom to my favorite pizza place (Lombardi’s) on a previous trip, so I took her to the second and third best this time.

We accidentally walked into Madison Square Eats (an annual food festival) one night and happened to find a Roberta’s booth. Roberta’s makes this incredible brick oven pizza called the “bee sting”. It has spices, honey and fresh mozzarella. It typically comes with some sort of meat, but I order it vegetarian style.

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Then, there was Grimaldi’s. Grimaldi’s is a famous and always crowded coal-fired brick-oven pizzeria right under the Brooklyn Bridge, and a few other newer locations. It’s VERY good, but I still think Lombardi’s has a leg up in the competition.

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One of Mom’s goals this trip was to try some authentic Italian food. I decided to take her to Eataly. Eataly is a large Italian market with lots of delicious Italian restaurants within the market. We shopped around for chocolates, wandered through the handmade pastas and made ourselves very hungry. We decided to have dinner at Le Verdue because a) the food looked so fresh and beautiful and b) there was no wait. Lucky for me it’s a vegetarian restaurant. Our meal, our wine and our service were all exceptional. We sat forever and caught up on life. We talk on a daily basis, but our chats are often short and rushed. It was so nice to sit and actually enjoy each other’s company.

After dinner we bought some dark chocolate and gelato.

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While roaming around Chelsea Market one day we found a brand new food stand called Hybird. We weren’t even a little hungry, but when I saw a watermelon jalapeño slush on the menu, I had to give it a try!

So bizarre, but so delicious.

So bizarre, but so delicious.

One hot spot I couldn’t wait to take Mom was the rooftop bar of The Standard hotel over the High Line. Last time I went it was beautiful and relaxing. There were large cozy chairs and cushions to lounge on, drinks to order and fresh crepes to eat. I didn’t realize that this time happened to be Memorial Day. It also happened to be the opening day for the new season. It was so crowded that we could barely find a spot to sit on the astroturf ground! The rooftop was full of NY’s trendiest crowd and was bumpin’ with the latest hits. By the time we were halfway through the crepe, my Mom said we had to leave because “this place” made her feel WAY too old. 

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I’m pretty sure my Mom left New York feeling more cultured, trendier, happier, more relaxed and very well fed. You’re welcome Mom.

Cheers!

 

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

Months and months ago I heard the exciting news that Annie was coming to Broadway. Annie is one of my favorite musicals and I could not wait to make plans to see the show live and on stage. Annie opened in November, and I did not get around to seeing it until the day before I left NYC! Zoey went with me and we were both thrilled to see Jane Lynch perform as Miss Hannigan, and my friend, Amanda (a former high school alumna), perform on Broadway.

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We had really great seats and managed to get there with 5 minutes to spare; just enough time to stock up on theatre junk food and a Strawberry Banana Annie Smoothie.

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The show was fantastic! Jane Lunch was hilarious (to be expected) and seemed to pull the whole show together. Zoey actually saw Annie a few months ago, and she said it felt like a whole new show this time around. Her comedic timing and stage presence was perfect. She was born to play this role…well this role and Sue Sylvester.

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The orphans were some of the best children on Broadway I’ve seen. Their talent is right up there with the cast of Matilda. There is one very small girl, Molly, who is too cute for words. She’s the kind of little girl you just want to put in your pocket and carry around with you. All the orphans were funny, witty, good dancers and future threats to the older Broadway performers.

"It's a hard knock life!"

“It’s a hard knock life!”

Then there was Amanda. How cool is it to go to a show and be able to say, “I know her!” Amanda has been beautiful and talented her whole life. She’s one of those girls who appears “has it all”. (Although, we know that’ s never true.) She is rare…she was head cheerleader, a beauty queen a dancing star and basically everything a girl wants to be in High School, yet still a genuine nice good person. Recently, she even ran her first marathon. What can’t she do?! I loved watching her sing, dance and act in Annie  She has a blog too, so be sure to check her out!

After the finale and the bows, the cast came together and informed the audience that we were all to be part of a Birthday celebration! The original and current composer of Annie, Charles Strouse, turned 85 that night! They brought him on stage, gave him cake and balloons and the entire audience sang “Happy Birthday” to this sweet and talented man.

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The best part of the whole night was getting a backstage tour from Amanda. After the show she took us on stage, behind the stage and in the wings to give us a grand tour. We got the inside scoop and learned all about how the actors know where to go, when to sing, where the props go and how big pieces seem to magically appear on stage. The back stage area is surprisingly teeny, so most of the props and set pieces have to be stored on top and over each other. There are literally pieces that are stored thirty feet up on cables. They have to use the space above them in order to fit everything they need.

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Annie was the grand finale of my many theatre visits in New York. (I saw over 30 shows on Broadway in the last two years!) It was the cherry on top. The next Broadway show I’ll see will be as a tourist!

Cheers!

Paper Anniversary

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Yesterday was mine and Husband’s one year wedding anniversary! My gift to Husband was a trip to NYC with many rooftop dates a few weeks ago. All I wanted from Husband was a finished bedroom to sleep in when I got to our new home. I came home Saturday night to a freshly painted bedroom, a new bed and a new occasional table built by Husband and my Father-in-law. It was the perfect gift, and I didn’t expect anything else…except a day of relaxing with Husband, and a card, and maybe breakfast in bed…

Sunday morning came and Husband did make me breakfast in bed. He also surprised me with a bouquet full of handmade paper flowers for our Paper Anniversary! I didn’t even know that one year is considered the paper anniversary.

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Belle wanted to be a part of the celebration...

Belle wanted to be a part of the celebration…

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Relaxing outside of our new house

After spending about 4 hours to very slowly shower and get ready for the day, Husband informed me that we were having a paper airplane contest as part of our paper celebration. I am probably the world’s worst paper airplane maker, but Husband kept insisting it would be fun to play and winning doesn’t really matter. Yeah, yeah sure. So, after a distance, height and accuracy contest we added up our points and I was determined the winner. I made sure to jump up and down and yell “I’m the winner” over and over and then gently remind him that “having fun is what is important”.

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Husband gave me rice paper candies as a prize.

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We spent the afternoon shopping and made sure to browse the local paper and stationery store.

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Husband then surprised me again with a handmade paper bracelet! I don’t know how I ended up with such a creative and thoughtful guy, but I thin he is starting to make me look bad.

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We ended the night having dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant with the whole family because that is how we tend to celebrate everything, with the entire family. It was such a nice day and I can’t believe it’s already been one year since our fairy tale wedding day. So many changes  and adventures have happened over the past year, and I’m so thankful to have experienced all of them with Husband.

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Can’t wait to see what this next year has in store! Happy Anniversary Husband!

Cheers!

 

Goodbyes Suck

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I’ve been MIA the last couple of days while I wrapped up my life in NYC. I had to finish work, pack all my crap into one suitcase (probably shouldn’t have shopped over the last month, woops), get lots of last-minute details organized and of course, say goodbye. I said goodbye to friends, co-workers and the Big Apple. It’s time; time for us to part ways.

Now, as I sit in the airport waiting for yet another delayed flight, I am overwhelmed with SO MANY emotions. I am so happy to get to see Husband tonight. I am sad to leave my friends and my job. I’m excited to see our new house (I’ve only seen it once in person!) and I’m scared about the many changes happening in our life. Also I feel incredibly guilty. I hate saying goodbye, because it always makes me feel guilty.

Me, on the way to the airport.

Me, on the way to the airport.

We have moved a lot in the last 8 years, which has warranted many farewells. Saying good-bye to so many friends always reminds me of the wasted time. The time I should have spent developing these friendships. I’m great at making the most of any situation and taking advantage of wherever I am, but I often focus too much on the adventure and not enough on the people. It’s the same feeling I get when someone passes away, like “I could have done more”.

My friend Sara is the opposite. She loves people, makes friends so easily and no matter where she is there are always friends with her. I cannot tell you how many times Sara forced me to go out with her in Albania, and I cannot thank her enough. See, I get set in my ways and I get comfortable. I’m shy when I first meet people and often it’s just easier to hangout with Husband, do our own thing, and avoid the whole “getting to know you” with strangers. It so easy to write this blog, spill my guts and be completely open and honest with the world. So why is it so hard to do this in the real world?

Sara didn’t care about my shy introverted tendencies. Sara knew we were meant to be great friends. She made sure that we had coffee together everyday, ate lunch together several times a week and very often went out at night together. Many of my favorite memories in Europe are with Sara. If it wasn’t for her being persistent and making an effort to spend time with me, I don’t know if we would have the friendship we have now.

So, as I leave New York I cannot help but feel guilty for not spending enough time with my friends here, and for not making a bigger effort.

The older I get the harder it is to get out, meet new people and make new friends. I try to make excuses like “I already have some kickass friends”, “I’m tired”, “It’s too cold to go out”, “I’m too busy”, and “I just want to stay in with Husband”, but the truth is that it’s just hard to make friends and I’d rather to take the easy route.

No more though, I’ve learned my lesson this time around, and I’m done with the easy/lazy route. I’d rather have more memories with more friends.

New York, you were wonderful to me, but we must say “Good-bye”, or rather, “See you later”. You better believe that I will be back! I have friends to visit and more memories to make. Nashville, here I come!!!

Cheers!