Was trying to recall the last time my birthday was on a Sunday and this came to mind…
A very long, meticulously planned very expensive trip that my boujeé wine-loving self insisted on taking. I can’t remember how many times I had to answer that question that night at the Lounge/NightClub "Black Cat".
"Why did you decide to leave Atlanta to come celebrate your birthday in Santa Barbara?"To date I don’t really know. Guess I had seen so many movies around that time that informed my senses around the type of lifestyle that existed in Santa Barbara and how it seemed more like me. That was how it for me the one boujee place that would be a perfect setting to celebrate my birthday. I was also really getting into wine about that time too, and the wine country in California is not so far from there.
I miss those times when you can have a dream, an idea and the funds (credit cards) would enable you to achieve them. I’ve never been much of a saver. I've always believed in living for the moment because tomorrow is not promised, tomorrow you might find yourself living in Nigeria(!) That's always been me. But looking back, I am glad that I maxed out my credit cards and took that boujee trip to Santa Barbara as you can see this type of trips are not available right now so it was a good thing we lived our best life so we can live in the memories and the bourgeoisie culture that it imbibed in us.
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To many more birthdays, Anita Writes, preferably in foreign exotic cities.
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