It is no coincidence that lately on the radio show, I’ve talked more about my relationship status. The radio show I’m doing now is different from the radio show I was doing six months ago, and that was different from the prior six months. I’m really, really proud of not ending up in a rut where I do the exact same thing night-in and night-out.
But anyways, certainly you’ve heard me reference the fact that I’m single. So it should come as no surprise that my August vacation was spent traveling solo and was scheduled around a Yankees west coast trip.
The premise was simple: I love the Yankees, I’ve been meaning to get to Los Angeles when I’m not tied to an award show itinerary and I’m always seeking to explore new cities and ballparks.
And thus, the trip was booked. I spent three days in Los Angeles, taking a few meetings while linking up with some old friends (and meeting some new ones on the way). I caught the Bombers at Angel Stadium in Anaheim, a venue I had visited twice before.
The following night, I caught my favorite band Coldplay for the third time on the “A Head Full Of Dreams Tour” inside Pasadena’s Rose Bowl, a venue I had never visited. I hung out with two girls who I met on my Uber Pool up there. The three of us almost got stranded in Pasadena, ended up walking two miles to “Old Pasadena” where we ate at Barney’s, before I retired to my hotel room.
After all, I had a 6 am flight to Seattle. I had never been! I love coffee, seafood and nice people. Seattle did not disappoint on any of these fronts.
A few of the highlights: running my first 10K, and then running another 10K the next day, linking up with an old college friend and her boyfriend to take in my first MLS game (and make my first trip to CenturyLink Field), bar-hopping around the stadium area and Pike Place Market and of course, taking in a Yankees/Mariners game at beautiful Safeco Field.
The weather for my entire trip was perfect: low 80’s to mid 70’s with no humidity. I fit in runs every day, including the first day when I landed at LAX with no where to stay. I would eventually book a room by the airport and sneak in a two-mile jog before meeting up with a friend and attending Jordan Fisher’s showcase at The Sayers Club.
By the way, that kid can sing.
There are a million more stories for another time, but the bottom line is that when I returned to New York on the red eye last week I felt the vacation fulfilled everything I hoped it to be.
And to be honest, I was also beginning to really miss New York. That is something that throughout all my travels, has yet to change, and never will.