Producer • Writer • Traveler • Professional Teen-at-Heart
Eat Play Lunge, Day 1: What It Actually Do
Greetings! So, okay. Here’s what the hell is going on with me:
Last Friday was my last day as Executive Assistant to the Editor-in-Chief of Seventeen magazine.
I don’t technically start my new job – Teen Camp Director at the YMCA of Greater New York — until June.
So I’m taking a few weeks off to reset. And by reset, I mean Eat, Play & Lunge my way through Bangkok, Tokyo, Honolulu – all with my mama; hate on, haters – & my hometown o’ San Francisco. (I don’t know, man; I lunge when I get excited. It’s my spirit gesture.)
(For all you non-twentysomething-females, it’s a play on Eat Pray Love GET WITH IT GOD KAREN YOU’RE SO STUPID)
Turns out my travelin’ mama is really into taking naps, so I’m gonna try to updizzle when I have the chance (and the wifi). Ready?
Y’all, the locals we’ve encountered are so… namaste. In NYC, everyone wears their struggle right on their face; on the NYC subway, every car has its Crier, its Visibly Agitated, its Belligerent and Questionably Smelly. But ’twasn’t an irritable face to be found in Bangkok’s ridiculously-user-friendly skyrail. Everyone’s chill. Everyone’s polite. Everyone’s friggin’ behaved. It was THE WORST. (No, it was friggin’ lovely.)
I feel insanely lucky, and also sweaty, overstimulated and meaningful-gazey. Stay tuned, chai ka? (If you’re on Instagrizzle, follow me @heyberna & #eatplaylunge!)