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Life in LALA Land
January 23, 2014
Room 207

This morning I experienced quite the wake up call. When’s the last time you can say you had TRUE human interaction? I guess for me, it’s been a while. As I was getting my occasional Startbucks down the street from my place I experienced connection; my friend Dana once said it was the most important thing in her, maybe our lives. At this point Facebook has probably put up the “Continue Reading” button, I advise you to click if you want to hear the rest of my story. 

After ordering a Iced Vanilla Latte with a Triple shot, (woke up to a tree trimmer at 7:30am) I spotted an open seat at a table near the door. Figured I’d sit down because there were about 9 drinks in front of me and I still wanted to cuff my pants, (left in a rush after groggily starting my morning because of that damned tree trimmer *shakes fist*). Sitting at the table was a man, probably in his 60’s, but young. The kind of young that I feel comes from living in LA, it really is a Neverland of the United States. He looked like he could be in an entry ofwww.thesartorialist.com. His hair was silver, combed back and trimmed on the sides. He wore stylish round framed Ray-Bans. His suit jacket was a light brown tweed with a blue chambray shirt underneath buttoned all the way up. His slacks were a dark grey from what I can remember. But what made me look at him again was his shoes. I was taught in business school that one of the first things people notice about you are your shoes; thanks Temple U. They were grey leather Wing Tips, with silver shoe-lace ends and a green inner lip. What struck me about them is that he had them football-laced. He didn’t mind that his laces were dragging on the floor and that he’s feet seemed strangled by the shiny cowhide. So instead of doing what seems to be second nature these days and scrolling through Instagram while I waited for my coffee, I said to him “I really like your shoes.” 

"Thank you, I got them in New Orleans" 

"Oh really? I’ve never been" I responded. Unfortunately I’ve never had the pleasure of going to New Orleans and experiencing the culture that seems to separate it from the rest of the country. The man then began to talk about Jazz Fest and how it’s the best time to go. He also told me that if I ever go I should stay in the Olivier House Hotel in the French Quarter. "You know, Olivier, like the actor". You can barter your room rate with the front desk manager and depending on when you are there your room can end up being pretty cheap. He showed me that his Gold iPhone 5s background was a picture of the dimly lit colorful room, looking towards the balcony that he told me was one of the best parts about it. The room was also 2 stories and he and his girl friend stayed there last year for a week and paid under $100 a night. Room 207. We spoke about Jazz fest, the food, the drinks, the city. He described to me that everyone wears this beer holder around their neck so your hands are free to clap. Loved that. I asked him if he goes every year and he told me, "No, my liver can’t handle it." "Sounds like my kind of place" I said. He chuckled. 

I looked over to the counter and saw that my Latte was ready, but I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to get back in my car. I didn’t want to go to work. I wanted to continue conversing with this man. But he had somewhere to be as well I am sure, so before standing I said, “There’s my coffee, it was very nice talking to yah sir” and reached out my hand. We shook and he said “It was nice talking to you too.” I told him to have a great rest of the day, he smiled and responded, “you too”. 

As I walked to my car I was shaking. I hadn’t had a sip of my coffee yet, but I was on a high. It was a moment of clarity for me. I just had a conversation with a complete stranger, and it felt really good. We are so desensitized as a population these days. We are connected in every way possible but then in no way. It should not feel odd to talk to someone for no reason. We should be able to converse and connect without the feeling of awkwardness. We are all becoming more and more socially awkward which is ironic for obvious reasons. “Social” is a term we’ve lost touch with. In an effort to regain it, I’m going to try to speak to at least one stranger a day, for no reason specifically. I suggest you do the same. I find it funny that I am sharing this with all of you on the medium that created this problem, but I hope that it inspires some of you to make a conscious decision to interact more in reality and leave your phone in your pocket. 

I hope to see that man again. I’ll buy his coffee next time and maybe share a story I’ve had from my own travels. I also hope that I can visit New Orleans soon. And you can be damn sure I will be staying at the Olivier House Hotel. Room 207. 

`Pat

April 25, 2013
Please join me this Saturday for the launch of Creativity Heals. My friend @jenny_kita  helped to start this amazing nonprofit org that introduces the arts to children who have undergone serious trauma. I’m very excited about being a part of this event & you should too! #creativityheals

Please join me this Saturday for the launch of Creativity Heals. My friend @jenny_kita helped to start this amazing nonprofit org that introduces the arts to children who have undergone serious trauma. I’m very excited about being a part of this event & you should too! #creativityheals

March 25, 2013
East Coast Selfie 🙌     photo by @thechemicalequation #eastcoastreppin #hyde #ragelife

East Coast Selfie 🙌 photo by @thechemicalequation #eastcoastreppin #hyde #ragelife

March 15, 2013

Best Labor Day Party ever created buy anyone ever forever.

January 20, 2013

Progression.

Want

Want

(Source: knicknknack)

(Source: headlikeanorange, via knicknknack)

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December 21, 2012
I have never done a #tbt but my dad brought this home today & it’s the first photo I’ve ever seen of him as a young adult. He’s 24 in this photo. Such an awesome man. #1974 #putsmybeardtoshame #ginger #myhero #family (at My Home)

I have never done a #tbt but my dad brought this home today & it’s the first photo I’ve ever seen of him as a young adult. He’s 24 in this photo. Such an awesome man. #1974 #putsmybeardtoshame #ginger #myhero #family (at My Home)

November 14, 2012

(Source: theblacktie, via mala-educacion)