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thirty.

I remember when 30 seemed like a lifetime away, but life comes at you fast & this month I celebrated just that. Is it socially acceptable to celebrate your birthday for an entire weekend when you’re 30? I just did & I highly recommend it!

My birthday weekend was fantastic and it led to so much reflection, but I won’t bore you with that. Cinco de Suzie started off with my favorite tacos & guac for obvious reasons & was followed by an amazingggg Tom Petty concert on Friday night. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see them live and in the flesh so I was pretty pumped about this. Shoutout to my aunt & her husband for hooking me up & feeding me alcohol all night!

Saturday was honestly so so so special. If you weren’t aware, I’m obsessed with rooftops, so I of course had to celebrate 30 on the only rooftop in Downtown Miami. I had a sunset soiree at Pawn Broker at the Langford Hotel, once of my favorite spots & it was PERFECT. It was everything I dreamed of (except I actually did have a dream about it like two days before and it was a complete NIGHTMARE, so this was actually way better haha). So many of my amazing friends came together under the perfect Miami sky to celebrate life, the music was ON POINT, there were bubble bath drinks! I truly had the best time. Did I mention I had the cutest effing mermaid cake on the planet? Pics below 🙂 Afterwards, a few of us went to Basement at The Edition Hotel and danced until 4am because, balance.

Sunday was filled with sunshine, moscow mules, inflatable unicorns, more tacos, and two of my favorite people.

30 is going to be great. I feel it in my bonessss.

While my 20’s were very much YOLO inspired, my 30’s are going to be about balance. I truly believe that’s the real key to happiness. Whether its balance in your career, your love life, or friendships – you can’t let any one thing consume you, and you also can’t neglect one without hurting the other. BALANCE. So live a little, love a lot, and laugh even more, because life’s too short to stress. Did I just become wiser? It must be thirty.

xo

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treat yo self.

Life can sometimes be stressful or hectic or both, which is why it’s important to treat yourself every now and then. I don’t mean that in a materialistic sense, but rather with experiences and lasting memories. Last week I treated myself – a lot. I was able to do some much needed recharging and self reflection that was so impactful that one week later I’m still thinking about how amazing it all was. I started my week off with sky wave yoga. If you’ve never been, prepare to have your mind blown…

1111 Vibes hosts sky wave yoga every first Monday of the month at the top of the 1111 garage on the corner of Alton & Lincoln. It was the most uplifting and spiritual experience I’ve been a part of in a while – and now I’m hooked. I’m not a yogi by any means, but I am a sucker for some hippie shit and between the sound bowls, the smell of burning sage, the cool breeze, and Jodina Carey – I was sold. I left class that night so cleansed and inspired with the biggest smile on my face and I can’t wait for the next one. I highly recommend it. No need to sign up. Just bring your own mat & $11.

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That Friday I decided to join some friends for moonlight gong meditation at The Standard. The class features the soothing sounds of a gong while you float in a pool. Needless to say, there wasn’t much convincing needed to get me to go. The session was awesome, but I probably won’t be going back until spring or summer time because (I can’t believe I’m saying this) it was too damn cold. Although the pool is heated, the breeze coming in from the bayside was a little much for me and due to uncontrollable shivering, I couldn’t fully enjoy it. The free pass to the spa did make up for it though, and I’ll definitely be going back.

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On Sunday I was on a cloud, but I wasn’t done treating myself. I needed more. Don’t judge me. A friend told me about Soothe so I downloaded it and basically had a personal massage therapist delivered to my home within the hour. Francisco was a magician, and he even brought hot towels with him. Download the app and use my code (NTXGD) to get $30 off your first massage. You’re welcome!

xo

That time I was on the Steve Harvey show..

About this time last year something crazy happened to me. I was living in Chicago and had set up a dating profile, because whatever it was 2015. Let me live. I can’t really remember which one exactly cause TBH I tried them all. This one particular day I was actually on my way to meet someone for the first time when I got a message from a girl. Normally I would laugh at these messages, but this one was different.

She said she worked for the Steve Harvey show and had gone through my profile and thought I’d be a perfect fit for one of their segments. She asked me to call her and the rest is history. I cancelled my date, submitted a video talking about my dating life and why I wanted Steve’s help, filled out an extremely long, slightly embarrassing and detailed questionnaire about myself and what I was looking for. I did two rounds of interviews with producers and then I was finally chosen!

Now before you judge with your judging eyes, I was a big fan of Steve’s dating books. I didn’t know what to expect from being a part of the show, but I honestly had nothing to lose. If a little TV magic could connect me with my very own McDreamy, then why not? I mean, ultimately I wanted this to turn into my own spinoff show on Bravo, but I’ll admit that was a little ambitious.

Nothing ever came out of my 15 minutes of fame, but it’s an experience I’ll never forget. They flew my friends up for the show and put us up in a swanky hotel for two nights. Steve never brought me back on the show or matched me with any guys. I’m still single, happy, and hoping something more thrilling than Netflix and chill dates will soon come my way. Life is good though. I’ve deleted all of my dating app cause I’m sorta hoping for that IRL kinda thing if you know what I mean 😉

the waves pulled me in.

“Miami sneaks up on you. Or do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain

Moving to Chicago more than two years ago was a choice I wanted to make. Looking back now, it was reckless and impulsive and ultimately stupid, but it was something I knew in my heart I wanted and there was no stopping that. I don’t regret. I actually miss it. Those years helped me evolve and I’m a better person for it. I experienced so much and met so many incredible people and that will always hold a special piece of my heart.

Moving back to Miami was not a choice I wanted to make. In fact, it was the last thing I wanted. I can’t tell you how many times I said, “I don’t ever plan on moving back to Miami.” But here I am, and somehow I’m okay with it.

It took me 20 hours to drive down with a truck full of anything I could fit. I had no job, no plan, and slept on my parent’s couch for a month. But in true Miami magic, I was offered a job doing what I love my first week back in town. One month later I was able to move in to the most perfect apartment on the beach – where PS it takes me less than 10 minutes to walk to work and about the same time to walk to the beach. I KNOW. IT’S LIKE A DREAM!

If ever there was a time I thought I made the wrong decision moving back, and trust me that first month there were lots, the moment I walk into the ocean, take a deep breath, and inhale that salty air, all doubts disappear. 

The waves pulled me in.  

 

 

my obsession with aerial yoga.

I want to start this post by thanking the dozens of girls who’ve asked me about aerial yoga because you’ve inspired me to start blogging again.

While I was living in Chicago I discovered Air and pretty much became obsessed. I’ve never enjoyed working out. I don’t even want to admit that I once signed up for a gym (that was directly next door to my apartment) and I never once stepped foot in it. NOT ONCE. #Shameful. I know. But there’s something about aerial yoga that just works for me. I’m not a yogi. In fact I’ve only done yoga once in my life and that was one week ago. So basically, if I can do it YOU can do it!

Air is AMAZING and I highly recommend trying it out if you live in Chicago, Charlotte, Denver, LA or even Anchorage, Alaska. Seriously though, how does ANCHORAGE have a studio and Miami doesn’t?! Anyway, their classes are incredible, the teachers are the absolute best & the entire brand is just amazing. I’m obsessed with everything Shama Patel has created (she’s the founder of Mud too – my favorite facial spa).

Since I moved back, I’ve been missing the adrenaline rush & the after effects I would feel from taking an Air class, but I was determined to find something to fill the void. Luckily, my #silksister Sandy also just relocated to Miami from Chicago and found The Zen Spot. Here is my honest review:

Maybe it’s the overall genuine “niceness” that I got used to in the Midwest, but my initial first impression of my teacher was well, #RUDE and I left there with the same thought.

However, being the zen master that I am, I got over it and enjoyed the class. It was a lot more relaxing than I was expecting, but it was a nice way to transition back into it. I haven’t done aerial since April! Overall, the class was much different from Air in the sense that the music was not upbeat and there wasn’t a cardio component. I didn’t break a sweat and didn’t need a sip of water and somehow this disappointed me. Who am I?! The class consisted of mostly yoga positions and a few inversions which I was happy about cause tbh I didn’t think the silks in that room were sturdy enough for tricks, but they were! I felt super loose and relaxed afterwards and can’t wait for my next class!

TIPS:

  •  Your first class is FREE. Just create an account and sign up!
  • There’s currently a Groupon with a pretty sweet deal on multiple classes. You’re welcome!
  • If you want to sign up with friends, keep in mind that there are only 8 spots so sign up early.
  • Bring your own yoga mat. No one tells you, but they charge you $2 to borrow a mat. #wack
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birthday thangs.

Although the weather during Memorial Weekend was amazing, last weekend (actually two weekends ago now #latepost) took a turn for the worse when temps literally dropped like 30 degrees over night and giant rain clouds decided to hover over Chicago for pretty much 24 hours. This though, was NOT going to bring me down.

On Saturday night, I took an awesome pottery class at Penguin Foot Pottery with my friend Sandy (who got me this as a birthday present). Why was it so awesome you ask? Because anything that is BYOB is awesome in my book. The class was small so it was perfect if you wanted a little one on one attention from the teacher, but that didn’t really happen cause our teacher…let’s call him Dream Crusher, was pretty much no help. When I asked if I could make a jewelry dish he responded with, “You don’t want to make that shit.”

OH, okay.

He was very talented, don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t the best “teacher” per-say. That’s okay though, cause I was going to make a jewelry dish with our without him and I did! Two in fact. Two abstract jewelry dishes. Suck it, Dream Crusher.

Check out highlights from my pottery adventure below:

The Dream Crusher

The Dream Crusher

Before throwing the clay onto the wheel
Doin' my clay thang

Doin’ my clay thang

My masterpieces!

My masterpieces!

Pottery Masters!

Pottery Masters!

It was the perfect birthday gift & i can’t wait to go back to paint my dishes!

& since we’re on the subject of my birthday (even though it was a month ago), I might as well include some photos from those festivities -which consisted mostly of beer!

mah friends

mah friends

I also received some AWESOME care packages from my family for my birthday.

The best kind of mail!

The best kind of mail!

that’s all for now folks! xo

summer is coming.

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I know, I know. I haven’t written a blog post in FOR-EH-VERRRR, but I have valid reasons for this. Up until about two weeks ago all I could think about was when pesky winter would go away forever so that I could finally do hoodrat stuff with mah frandz (jk). I had minimal motivation & although weird & crazy shiet happens to me daily, I haven’t shared it because I’m selfish. But you guys! This weekend WAS IT. It’s gone. Like, for good. WINTER IS GONE! I’ve always heard that Memorial Weekend is the “unofficial start of summer”, but these things could never be applied in MI-YAMI, because whatever, it’s always sunny and it’s on a completely different wavelength than the rest of America.

But the point is, SUMMER IS COMING! I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my soul. I SAW IT ON A SIGN! Words cannot describe the happiness I feel. #TeamNoPants has been in full effect & I find myself walking downtown, avoiding shady patches of gloom and instead standing longer than necessary in sunny spots and just smiling while looking up at the sky, like the freak that I am. It’s just..SO.MAGICAL. Sunshine is EVERYTHING!

So this is why I’ve decided to get back on the blog train. I feel alive and I need to express it. Winter had me feeling blue, and a part of me was frozen & dead, but I’M BACK! For the next 100 days of summer I am taking FULL advantage. I will do ALL THE THINGS. ALL.OF.THE.THINGS! No one will stop me!

This long weekend was outstanding. I seriously felt like it was a 7 day weekend because that is how many things I did. Here’s a recap of some of it..

Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy's Dinosaur Birthday Party.

Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy’s Dinosaur Birthday Party

Lights I put up for the patio partayyy.

Lights I put up for the patio partayyy

Unexpected brunch at Janik's was the shiettt.

Unexpected brunch at Janik’s was the shiettt.

I'm obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park.

I’m obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park

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Yogis make me wanna be a yogi.

Yogis make me wanna be a yogi

Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I've ever been to.

Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I’ve ever been to

My spirit animal!

My spirit animal!

Sandy, the Egyptian.

Sandy, the Egyptian

I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.

I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.

Parson's is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.

Parson’s is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.

Summer is my favorite. Stay tuned more adventures of Suz. xo

go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs.

Let me break this down for you, black ice is a sneaky mother f-er. It’s as if Satan just Alex Mack’d himself and turned into an invisible pile of hardened water so that he could have a front-row seat at your painful and humiliating death. It’s THE WORST.

Since moving here, I’ve witnessed a number of people slip and fall on ice and I’ve always dreaded being one of them. I may have laughed uncontrollably at them when it happened, but that was only a natural instinct, I truly felt bad for them. For this reason, I always take tiny steps when near snow or ice or puddles or whatever. I may look like a total freak, but it beats falling on your ass. This, I now know first hand.

The other night, as I was getting home from my weekend job (a topic for another day), I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slipped and fell down these demon stairs:

I slipped on ice at the top right after I pushed open the gate & fell all the way down onto that even bigger pile of ice at the bottom 😦

I’m now literally afraid to go in or out through the back of my apartment until winter is over and done with. I’m completely traumatized. The back of my apartment is a freaking ice rink & I am NOT a fan of skating. Check it out for yourself:

For an entire week it hurt to walk, sit, get up, you name it. If it wasn’t for all the down feathers in my puffer coat, the pain would be much worse, but it was scary nonetheless. There was no one around that late at night and I just pictured my frozen, lifeless body being found the next morning. Super tragic.

What I really need is for that stupid groundhog to get out of his cave & make this winter disappear. The sun needs to shine the shit out over Chicago and melt all this dumb snow so that we can all get on with our lives and frolic the streets sans coats and have endless drinks on sidewalk patios and wear skirts and shorts and tank tops and sandals like normal human beings! Enough with this winter nonsense already! It’s freaking March people! I can’t take it anymore!

Rant over. Thank you for letting me vent.

xo

one year later..

Although it’s all still a little unreal, today is my one-year anniversary of living in Chicago!

Exactly 365 days ago I flew into a city wrapped in a blanket of snow on a weekend where the snow came down for days, and I never looked back –that’s a lie. I look back all the time, but I truly am happy I risked it all to move here. NO RAGRETS.

Anyway, as I look back at the year that has come and gone, I can’t help but reflect on my time here and think of all the new things I’ve learned –and not learned. So I’ve decided that I would share my observations with you because, Suzie Says.

1- As nice as Midwesterners are, (they are VERY nice) when it comes to the L, there is no such thing as personal space. The train is a special place where you spoon strangers in the early morning hours on your way to work, stare uncomfortably at the person standing less than inch away from your face, and accidentally touch things you had no intention of touching –you know, hands, butts, thighs, you get the picture.

2- While in Miami shots of tequila are customary, in Chicago whiskey is the poison of choice –and if you’re really unlucky, it’ll be Malort. gag*

3- I will never, not laugh whenever someone slips on black ice. It’s a natural reaction to what I’ve just been lucky enough to witness and I will not apologize for it. I will ask if you’re okay though –as I continue to laugh uncontrollably.

4- With so many incredible places to eat in the city, it truly amazes me that people still go to McDonald’s. I live across the street from a McDonald’s and I think I’ve maybe stopped in twice out of pure desperation.

5- I’ve learned that girls here rarely ever have their nails done & that’s cool, but I will never abandon my mani/pedi ways. I just can’t.

6- Working 7 days a week is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but having zero debt is a great feeling.

7- Winter is what you make of it. You can sit around and complain about how terrible it is, or you can appreciate the little things –like a 25-degree day instead of a 5-degree day. It’s the little things guys. Embrace it, or just join me in my chant: Summer is right around the corner. Summer is right around the corner. Summer is right around the corner.

8- Although I try my best to follow #6, snow is still Satan’s vomit and I will always hate it. But what’s worse than falling snow? Mushy snow, slippery snow, puddles of snow, snow that hardens and turns into pure ice. I can really go on and on. Snow is evil.

9- Patio season is the best season.

10- I’ve learned that getting your groceries delivered beats having to go to the grocery store ANY DAY. Peapod is my best friend and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

11- Dating apps can actually be entertaining and also creepy and overwhelming, but you can meet decent people on there. However, I no longer recommend it to my Miami friends. I’m sorry I ever did, hah!

12- Living alone can be a bit scary, extremely quiet, and sometimes boring, but there’s nothing boring about dancing alone in your underwear to Milky Chance and I am beyond grateful for every chance I get to do that –even though I cry a little on every first of the month.

13- Making friends in unfamiliar cities isn’t easy. You have to put in lots of effort, but it beats not having a social life. I appreciate all the friends I’ve made since moving here.

14- Also, although it’s taken me about a year to accept, I’ve learned that you can’t hate someone for not being on the same page as you. Timing is everything, and it can also be a bitch. Sometimes people need to fully experience life before they’re able to reach a certain point so that they won’t resent you later. When that happens, you just need to walk away and let it be.

xo

thankful.

The day before Thanksgiving I had a meltdown. Not because I’d be away from home for the holiday or anything, but because once again I could just feel the weight of the world coming down on me.

I recently took on a new job with a pretty big company where I work from home. I know what you’re thinking, working from home? Why is she complaining? Well although I initially thought working from home during a polar vortex would be the greatest thing ever, it hasn’t exactly panned out how I thought it would. Sleeping in & working in practically nothing is great and all, but when you feel trapped in your apartment with no human interaction & instead only hear human complaints via a headset, you want to just quit at life.

I had enough that day & decided to meet my friend and join her while she ran errands cause anything was better than being in my apartment and facing reality. After one train ride, I got on a bus unsure of my final destination and just as I was about to check my phone to see where to get off, my phone dies. OF COURSE IT DOES. How did people get around without cell phones?! I don’t know, but I cannot live without my Google maps!

I got off at a stop that sounded somewhat familiar and decided to walk in a direction I felt my inner compass was pointing at. Due to my earlier meltdown, this wasn’t the best time to get lost with no way to call for help. I imagined myself hitchhiking, but who would actually pick up a freak in big white puffer coat? After walking for what seemed like forever, I see the Mecca.
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Amen! Hallelujah! Praise da Lawd! Thankfully I am #teamiphone, otherwise I think I would’ve been shit out of luck. I charged my phone for a bit & finally got a hold of my friend.

Regardless of all the bullshit I’m dealing with at the moment. I’m very thankful for many things. I’m thankful for the ability to laugh at myself during the most difficult and ridiculous times of my life. I’m thankful for my health & my family who loves me despite my sometimes crazy choices. I’m thankful for my friends near & far who listen to my stories and complaints and never once tell me to shut up or judge me. I’m thankful for my American Airline miles for allowing me to book a flight to Miami next month without actually having to tap into my bank account. I’m thankful for all of the bad, because without that you aren’t really able to appreciate the good.

Thanksgiving this year was exactly what I needed. I cooked with friends who’ve become my Chi-town fam. Had a delicious dinner with strangers that welcomed me with open arms & spent Black Friday eating leftovers, laughing, listening to music & building a puzzle.

When life stresses you out, step back and partake in the simple things. That’s where true happiness lies. xo

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