I’m a big believer in a person being his or her own Valentine. I’m also single and selfish. That being written, in honor of Valentine’s Day’s impending arrival, I’ve been treating myself this week to a few of my favorite things. (((twirls like a former Austrian nun)))
For the past few days, I’ve been exploring, eating, resting and working in the greater Fort Lauderdale area. There’s been sunshine aplenty and temperatures have been kind, with the highs nearing the mid 70s. The cultural diversity here also has provided me with a sense of warmth. Hearing so many different languages spoken and seeing so many different countries represented has refueled my desire to see many of those countries in person…and brush up on my Español as well. Sí.
As previously stated, approximately 1/4 of my time here has been spent eating. And so far, I’ve found that there’s no better place to do it than at Zinburger Wine & Burger Bar. I consider myself a hamburger connoisseur, so this restaurant was a no-brainer for me. Wine, on the other hand…I can take it or leave it. This time, I left it and took a chocolate mint milkshake instead. But this wasn’t just any milkshake; the chocolate was Ghirardelli and the mint was Monin. And the taste? Divine.
I also ordered the Zinburger (cooked medium and topped with Manchego cheese, Zinfandel braised onions, lettuce and mayo) and sweet potato fries with yogurt dipping sauce. Sweet Jesus that food was good! It was so good that I didn’t bother taking a picture of it because that kind of pleasure can only truly be appreciated in person. (And I was hungry.) Nevertheless, here’s the Zinburger menu for your vicarious pleasure.
Now there I was, minding my own business when a random gentleman gently instructed me to pick out the flower bouquet of my choice.
“Are you sure?” I asked, channeling Tamar Braxton.
In my mind, I had done nothing to deserve them; but in his mind, my presence was enough.
“Thank you,” I said, cheesing and pressing my nose into the flowers.
No, roses aren’t generally all that fragrant, but the bouquet that I chose smelled wonderful. They smelled like a reminder that many of life’s goodies are won simply by being present.
My spirit animal is a sloth…until someone turns on “The Wobble,” then my spirit animal becomes a dancing machine. Add stilt walkers, glow sticks and a little Soca, and I can go all night. (Not really. A fervent 15 minutes or so, then I’m ready to get back to two-stepping.)
Nonetheless, dancing is one of my favorite pastimes. And if I know the lyrics to the song too? Ooo-wee! Watch out there now!
By now you know that I’m a woman who likes to travel often, near or far. I also like to travel light. So, it’s no surprise then that the fanny pack has made its way back into my life. Yeah, a crossbody bag is cool. But when you’re hiking through the swamp…or Sawgrass Mills, even a crossbody can impede your journey. Plus, I bought this Jansport fanny pack at the outlet for $7.99. It generally retails (and e-tails) for $17.00. Now that’s what I call Sawgrass Mills swag!
All in all, if you find yourself in the land of single-dom this Valentine’s Day, there’s no need to be blue and cry over spilled fondue. As Polonius said, “To thine own self be true.” And as Donna said…
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