Frisky sparkle in my eyes

 

Frisky sparkle in my eyes can appear for many reasons. It may be smth simple, like getting a text message from a guy, being like “babe are you lost or smth?”. It might also be cause I’ve been shopping so hard that all my muscles are sore as if I was working out instead of getting new fancy outfits. I get this sparkle when someone throws me in the pool and when tears roll down my cheeks cause that salsa sauce is damn hot. What can be better than devoting warm yoga practice to your own self and laying down in shavasana thinking of how awesome can this “right here right now” be if you put a tiny bit of effort to make it happen. What can be happier than little pleasures of life, like branching at Bruegger’s bagels with friends and randomly meet more people out there, cause that’s what Pacific Beach is about – you just meet everyone everywhere and they are all friends. What can be cooler than staring at Hugh Jackman’s abs in the new Wolverine movie and wonder who the hell decided to pick that Russian actress to play the evil part lol. Going to Horton hotel lobby downtown for an awesome piano performance and taking the most disgusting shots of tequila – ever. And then the next day have the most amazing homemade pineapple tequila shot, as if Universe knew exactly what I needed to balance back.

Find out that the yummiest coffee in the entire world is brewed by a tiny local San Diego company Better Buzz and sip it laying out in a bikini on the Bay. Talking to my Nika face for hours about everything in the world and being a little social butterfly, having a drink here and there. Switching from beer to daiquiris and vodka in just one night, and feeling like crap the next day. Making up new words and mixing up phrases by the end of the day, when I get tired. Thinking partly in Russian but mostly English. Smelling grilled meat and bacon. Playing in the pool, as if you are a five year old. Snuggling with dogs that you justmwant to hug every second, and appreciating friends that care so much that after grabbing a cab for you at 3 in the morning (which literally took me 3 minutes and 6 blocks to get home from a bar), they text you, call you and e-mail both personal and work e-mails (obviously getting an automatic reply “I will be back in the office on August 8^th blah blah”) to make sure I am alright. Realizing the sense of that phrase about friends being family we choose for ourselves and also, unexpectedly, the sense of life. Being here feels so comfortable and natural, as if I am visiting my family, as if any home I go is my home, as if every day was just meant to be.

There might be no mascara going on for these couple weeks but there is definitely that funky sparkle in my eyes. Life is beautiful, especially when ocean breeze replaces regular wind, and Hazelnut Divinity replaces regular coffee, at least for a little while;)