No Second Guesses

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

You know, I never would have thought I would board a plane by myself. Heading to a city where I know absolutely no one. Go out to eat/sit at a bar by myself. No way! Then one spring day last year, I just kind of- had it. I’ve said this before, but I was totally stuck in such a rut. And I knew I wanted to travel and see anything and everything this world has to offer. (Well, I told myself, "let's start with the US first.") But seriously. I don’t want to be twenty years down the road and think what if? And how come I didn’t travel more? And dang I wish I traveled more!

Since I’m not tied down, and still young, at least I think so (I really don’t want to get any older! It’s quite a dilemma in my life!). But I am still young and I have nothing holding me back. So why not go for it. Right? Just book it and go. When I feel like I can’t do something, I always tell myself, just figure it out later. I always think of one of my favorite quotes by Richard Branson, “If somebody offers you an amazing opportunity but you are not sure you can do it, say yes – then learn how to do it later!” I wholeheartedly believe this! I tend to always say yes to new challenges because that’s just it- I love the challenge. There is no better satisfaction than proving myself and others wrong.

So I try not to second guess myself when it comes to traveling alone because if anything, I can just ask questions along the way. I can ask for directions if I’m lost. Oh and there’s this really cool thing called a phone. Where I can totally get directions and ask Siri something and can even order a car from. So cool, right? Now the panic doesn’t settle in until I’m on about 10% battery life. Then, okay. Worry a little. But I just think it’s another challenge that I’m willing and able to overcome. One cool trick I always do is go into my settings and change the battery setting to power saver mode. That has been a life saver more times than none. Trust.

But as the year is winding down. And as we're all probably drowning in tinsel and blinded by all the lights, I can't help but reflect on this past year and what a year it has been. All the adventure. The not looking back and just going for it. The leaps of faith. The anxiety filled days and whiskey and ginger ales. The red eyes and the flight delays. The baseball games and countless beers and all the history that was seen. And all the friendly strangers that I had conversations with in bars and stadiums. This year was definitely a whirl wind of dire need to get out and not be afraid of life anymore. I'm totally still scared of life, but I think I'm more accepting of it and willing and wanting to get out of my comfort zone. This was the year I told myself I'll start living out of my comfort zone. And so far, it has treated me quite well.

The New Year is upon us and I can't wait to throw my dart again and see where it will take me. What new adventures will come my way? Can't wait to find out! You were great, 2017! Now let's all cheers to 2018!

Kernville, CA

Monday, November 20, 2017


Thursday, November 9, 2017


Because I’m having serious travel withdrawals and need to get out. It’s a struggle. I feel like I’ve fallen back in my rut and I hate it. I guess you can say when the travel bug bites, it bites hard.

I don’t know where I’m headed next. Which I love. I love that I don’t know where I’m going- that’s all the fun! I tend to think I thrive in the unknown. Which is why I enjoy traveling on a whim to places I’ve never been to before, to places where I don’t know a single soul. It’s riveting. It’s exciting. It’s thrilling. But I strongly feel that I strive in the unknown. As cliché as it sounds, you really learn a lot about yourself. Like how many days you can go surviving off beer. Just kidding. Kind of… not really.

But in all seriousness. I have the urge. But with Holidays are coming up, which is making things a little difficult. I’m dying to throw my dart! Maybe I’ll just get a few practice throws in. Warm up my arm or something.

Once the holidays pass, and it’s into the New Year, I’m off. Off on another adventure. Off to explore. Off to be traumatized by my anxiety in an airport but relieved and excited to be in a new city. Excited to meet more people and see what the new city has to offer. Because that’s what I live for. That is what makes the travel and journey so worth it.  

Game One Feels

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

It's Halloween. But it’s also game six of the World Series (which is clearly more important) and they’re coming back to LA. I always feel like a little kid on Christmas morning every year during the postseason. But being able to watch the Dodgers play in the World Series for the first time in 29 years, I think, this feeling beats that Christmas morning feeling. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this- literally! 

I’ve never felt the stadium so energetic or witnessed it being so loud than when I was at game one. You can just feel all the good vibes from every fan in that stadium. As everyone I’m sure knows, tickets were crazy expensive. And people have asked me how much I’ve paid for my ticket. I just respond with, “a very pretty penny.” But you know what? It was so worth it to watch the boys in blue play and to watch Chris Taylor crush that first pitch. It’s a once in a lifetime experience. As they say- YOLO. So ya, it was totally worth it! Go Dodgers! 

Flocking SeaWorld

Friday, October 27, 2017

I haven’t been to SeaWorld in what seems like forever. And I never thought I’d ever make it back. But my nephew wanted to go to SeaWorld because he’s obsessed with sharks and he really wanted to see them. Obsessed is probably an understatement, though. He and his little brother can relay facts on facts on facts about all types of sharks. I told him it’s because I love him so much is what got me to go to SeaWorld. 

The penguins were adorable. And I hold a special place in my heart for seals. My first time at SeaWorld (many years ago), my parents bought me a little seal stuffed animal and that was my favorite thing ever. I named him Seamore (real original, right?). Well, for like a 4 year old, ya, that was probably really original! I actually don't even remember how I named it. Plot twist- I probably didn't. Someone else probably did. The flamingos were also a favorite of mine. And the dolphins! When I was little, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer. How cool would that be? Maybe it's not too late...

Golden Hopportunities

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

When I began thinking of the idea of traveling alone for fun and on a whim, my former boss told me something he and his friends do every time they’re in Vegas. From the moment they enter the airport departing, they have to stop at every bar they come across and have a drink. And they do this until they get to their hotel rooms. So every time they walk past a bar on the way through the airport, walking through their hotel—they drink. It was more of a challenge for me to do the same on my trips. 

As we have all come to know, when it comes down to it, my trips tend to revolve around drinking. How many breweries or bars can I squeeze in during my trip? Denver was seriously a 48 hour beer diet. I mean, duh. The Bacon and Beer Classic was at Sports Authority Field at Mile High. And it was Denver. And this is me we’re talking about. So what else would you expect? (For the record, no, I am not a Bronco fan. Go Pack Go!) But I love bar hopping while I’m travelling; that’s where you get to meet some of the coolest people with the best stories. Like I’ve said previously, my trips revolve around my drinking schedule and how many places I have on my list. So here’s a list of some of my favorite places thus far that you should definitely stop, find a place at the bar, and grab a drink if you find yourself in the area.

Denver, CO
The Great Divide
Typical dive bar atmosphere which I’m such a fan of, but it’s also a brewery. I love dive bars; I think they’re so fun. I stopped in here on my way to the Dodgers/Rockies game and I got their Hercules, which was a recommendation. Nothing like a beer with 10% ABV to continue the day drinking binge.

This is where Blue Moon was created and it’s inside Coors Field. And honestly, what is better than one of your go to beers inside a baseball stadium? Answer is nothing. Nothing at all.

Chicago, IL
The Aviary
A little on the boujee side but this is why I love it. I’m an old fashioned kind of girl so I ordered their take on the old fashioned- "In the Rocks". The presentation was both fun and exciting- like a kid’s dream. It was presented with a slingshot because the old fashioned is inside an ice sphere and you have to use the slingshot to break open the ice ball to get to your very well made cocktail.

Milwaukee, WI
Ale Asylum
I stopped in here before heading to Miller Park on a Saturday afternoon and it was fairly mellow. Located right on the river walk and it had a very cool vibe. And all their drinks had a gothic twist to their names like Venom and Ambergeddon.

Boston, MA
Cheers Bar
I’ve never seen Cheers before, but the atmosphere was so fun- I can only imagine how much of a hoot the bar in the TV show is. Oh, and sitting in Frasier’s chair was cool too, I guess.

Green Dragon Tavern
Along the Freedom Trail, so of course this would be one of my favorites. I mean, the Boston Tea Party was said to have been planned here! Enough said.

Oh, and this sign is too good. "Live a good life. And in the end, it's not the years in a life, it's the life in the years."

Bleacher Bar
A bar under the bleachers of Fenway. Again, baseball and beer. You cannot go wrong. If you get there early enough, you can score the few seats up against the gate of the center field wall and watch the game from the view inside the bar. Such a lively crew in that bar during a game. A definite go to. For sure.

And so the journey continues...


But How?

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Summerfest 2017- Milwaukee, WI

A question I get asked frequently is, "how do you manage to take so much time off from work?" Well, for starters, my work is great; they truly value work/life balance. I’m also pretty lucky that I get to travel a bit for work. But as far as my dart throwing adventures go, I typically make them just weekend trips. Quick, jam packed trips. No time to rest, really. 

Depending on where I am going and how long my flight is to get there, I’ll typically fly out early on a Friday morning. But if I’m heading to the east coast and times don't quite align with my schedule while I'm in my new city, then I’d look into taking a red eye out on a Thursday. Before booking anything, I always jot down all the things I want to see and do including places to eat and drink so I can figure out the flight situation. It pretty much comes down to how many breweries or bars I have on my list... let's be honest. 

It’s all about making the most of your time- there’s no time to waste! If I do book a red eye, I will literally hop off the plane in the am and jet to my hotel to drop my things off, all so I can hit the ground running and explore. Explore the new city all while functioning off an of hour sleep. I’m not sure how I manage to do so because your girl loves her sleep! People say it's because I'm young, "Oh to be young again," they say. But I think it’s the adrenaline of all the adventure that awaits for me in a new city. 

When deciding on a red eye flight or an afternoon flight or a whenever flight, it’s all about knowing your body. I can go to the airport straight from a full work day and hop on a red eye, get little to no sleep, and be completely fine the very next day. But for others, maybe that's not their thing. Their bodies may not like that. I'm sure mine doesn't either, but I think it's accepting of my wild and erratic decisions I've made this far. It kind of has no choice!

The personal downfall of a red eye is that I can't sleep on planes. I may doze off 20 minutes here or there. But I just can’t sleep. It goes back to my anxiety of not trusting the people on the plane. 

One tip for all you travelers: plan accordingly! Planning is huge. Plan out your trip prior to booking anything. But remember, don’t overexert yourself. The worst thing that can happen is that you're so tired you can't even function after a red eye. But what's even more worse? Picture being in a new city and not knowing anyone. It's 7am. And you can't even check in to your hotel until 3pm. Tragic.


Let's Taco Bout It

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Doesn’t it feel like it’s national “whatever” day, like every single day? Well today is no different. However, today is a worthy one because it’s National Taco Day!

Told you it was a worthy one. And I love tacos. I guess it’s pretty fitting that I sell tacos for a living. *Kanye shrug* But c’mon now- who doesn’t love tacos? That’s a trick question.

Aside from tacos in general, I love fish tacos in particular. But being the picky eater that I am, you guessed it- I’m picky about my fish tacos. “No white sauce” I always say. And I get looked at like I’m crazy. Could be because they don’t understand how I don’t like whatever the white sauce is. Or because I sound so white when asking for the “no white sauce”. 

During my adventures, I have found some of the best fish tacos. I don’t typically take pictures of my food (which I’m learning to do more of since starting this blog) but I did capture these. Perfection. And these tacos were equally delicious as the pitcher of sangria that complimented them. The view and the company wasn’t all that bad either. With the view of New York and New Jersey, all while on a boat on the Hudson- how could you go wrong? The Frying Pan is where it’s at. Cue the New York withdrawals....


I Scream. You Scream.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Party Of One

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Bean there. Done that.

Never would I have ever imagined I'd travel solo. Anywhere. Ever. I used to never go to the mall by myself. Now, I definitely go to the mall by myself. Ha!

But really. Traveling, sitting in a restaurant by myself, going to a baseball game by myself- never would I ever consider this. However, it's kind of become normal for me now. How such a 180? I think it was because of one my work trips. I had to go to Louisville by myself. And ever since, I haven't looked back. There are so many benefits to traveling alone. Here are my top 4. (4 because that's my favorite/lucky number).

1. You are on your own schedule
That's right. No time is wasted waiting on people. When traveling, there is never anytime to waste. Waiting on people is the worst and the thing I despise the most while I'm traveling is wasting time when I could be out exploring.

2. You do you
You get to do whatever you want. This kind of piggybacks to number one. But you don't have to make sure everyone in your party is okay with or wants to do something. The only person you need to worry about is you. If you want to go see something that only interests you, then guess what. You get to go see it.

3. You no longer have a comfort zone
I've recently become an advocate for getting out of your comfort zone. My comfort zone became restricted and was no fun. I felt held back. Which, if you know me, if someone tells me to do something, I don't really like to do it. I want to do the opposite. Better yet, I love when people say I can't do something. It just lights a fire in me to make sure I do it. I love a challenge and traveling solo has given me a challenge that I gladly accepted. And I'd like to think I'm holding my own with this challenge.

4. You find yourself
No, I'm not talking about in a bar chatting with locals. Or out late walking in the bustling streets of Times Square. (Though, yes. Highly likely, that is where you could find me!) But I'm talking about how you find yourself spiritually. You never thought you could do something like traveling on your own. But you somehow manage. You manage it well. You also build your confidence and you learn to rely on yourself. Traveling solo suits you well.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind travel companions. I'm not closed off to having people join me. I just find such beauty and independence in traveling alone.

XO Pep

Where It All Started

Saturday, September 23, 2017

You know how people often say when you turn another year older, you don’t feel any different? It's just another day. That is absolutely least for me. When I turned 25, I legit felt something that was not good. And no, it was not a hangover! Ha! I seriously felt like I was in a quarter life crisis. I still feel like I’m in it, actually. Will it ever go away? What it comes down to is that I just never want to get older. I want to live life to the absolute fullest and not let anything get in my way. Forever young, literally. 

So what does a dart have to do with any of this? Why do I even throw a dart? Why do I let it dictate my travel and adventure? That’s the thing. I was starving for adventure. I felt like I was stuck in a rut and needed out, ASAP.  It was the quarter life crisis! I’ve also been known to be scared of life, scared to rebel, scared to step out of my box. So, naturally, I thought that traveling solo was a lightbulb of an idea because of course that's what someone who is scared of life would decide to do, right?

But to this day, despite all my travels, I’m still petrified of flying! And I hate airports. I don’t think this fear will ever go away. It comes down to one thing: the people. I do not trust anyone in an airport or on my flight. I trust the mechanics of the plane. Oh, and the pilots. The pilots are the only people I trust on the metal bird soaring through the sky high above the clouds. 

I usually get bad anxiety about a week out prior to my trip. I get scared. Nervous. I just want to call my entire trip off. But I don’t. I force myself to live and not let anything get in my way. I’m getting better, though, I think. My anxiety doesn’t kick in now until about 3 days prior to my trip. Progress, people. Progress! I'm better once I'm on the plane. It could be the help of the Woodford and Ginger Ales, but I don't feel relieved and anxiety free until I touchdown in the city I'm going too. 

In all seriousness, though, I needed and wanted adventure. I admit, I got too comfortable and I never want to feel comfortable again- I just want to always do things out of my comfort zone. I’m also a bit of a control freak (which I’m working on too!). 

But why a dart? Well, I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason and we are where we are supposed to be every second of everyday. So by throwing my dart at a map, I’m letting go of my control freak mentality and letting my fate (and aim) take control. Well, aim, not so much considering I close my eyes when I throw my dart. But you get the point. So I follow my dart because wherever my dart hits on my map, something is obviously calling me to that location for a reason. And I just want to explore and find out why. Why did my dart take me to where it did and why? 

My dart is my compass. And these are my adventures. 

XO Pep
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