By the end of each week, I am always dying to escape; escape my commute, escape my 9-to-5 duties, escape the endless chores at home and escape out of town from time-to-time. So when I was invited to visit Omescape in San Jose the other weekend, I thought, “Hmmm, what am I getting myself into? Or rather out of?” Escape games are a type of physical adventure game (think of a real-life video game, or Indiana Jones) in which a group of people are locked in a series of rooms and have to use elements and objects to solve a series of puzzles, uncover clues, and ultimately escape within a set time limit. All you have to bring is your detective hat, analytical mind and a group of friends in order to solve puzzles as you race against a clock. Seems easy enough, right?
When your two very masculine coworkers start raving about desserts they’ve recently had at a French bakery… it kind of makes you wonder if they are really that good. I mean normally they’re talking about rough ‘n tough stuff like sports, cars and beer. But whenever the topic of dessert comes up, they swear the pastries from Mademoiselle Colette in Menlo Park are the best they’ve had outside of France. “You have got to try that passionfruit thing!!”
I should first start by saying, this is not a car ad. I opted not to do another “I’m-standing-in-front-of-a-wall” post and decided to get a bit more creative. (This idea came to me while in the car, btw.)
I spend a fair amount of time commuting to work each day; it actually adds up to almost 50 hours a month. But the upside is, I’ve found that my best ideas come to me while driving, in my little think tank. Whether I need to sort through a situation at work, replay the latest presidential debate debacle, or figure out weekend plans, it’s usually thought through while on the road.
On any given Sunday, you’ll find football streaming on our TV from morning ’til night. Yes it’s true, I live with a sports fanatic. Personally, I could give a big *YAWN* when it comes to watching football (baseball, basketball, golf…. you name it), but it’s an agreement I made way back before my husband and I were married; during football season he gets to watch the game on Sunday, and I get to dictate our schedule the rest of the week… for the rest of our lives. Seemed like a pretty fair deal, IMO, aside from all that “for better or for worse” stuff we also shook on. So while he is home yelling and screaming at the players, and frantically making changes to his fantasy line-up, I figured Sunday would be a good day to sneak out to shoot this athleisure-inspired look.