The Art of Hosting: From Homebody to Party Starter
Song Of The Week
The latest remix to crash into your Spotify playlist is "One on One" by Micah and Headband Henny. This dynamic duo has spun the original track into a vibrant tapestry of sound. Imagine the catchy hooks of pop colliding with the gritty undertones of hip-hop, resulting in a sound that could make even the most stoic person tap their feet. Micah’s smooth vocals lay a delicious foundation, effortlessly gliding over the snappy beats, while Headband Henny interjects with bars that pack more punch than a piñata at a carnival.
Lyrically, the remix captures that intoxicating feeling of a late-night rendezvous—think city lights, neon dreams, and laughter that echoes off the walls. With references to fleeting moments and connections that spark like electricity, Micah and Headband Henny take you on a ride that feels both nostalgic and fresh.
The production has a playfulness in the way the remix switches tempo, like a rollercoaster that teases you with both exhilarating drops and soaring climbs. And just when you think you’ve reached the peak, a surprise twist reminds you that the party is just getting started.
So, whether you’re prepping for a house party, cruising with the windows down, or simply vibing in your living room, "One on One (Remix)" is your new go-to anthem.
Boredom Strick One
Being a homebody is fun and all, but sometimes I hit a breaking point—it just gets boring. This especially happens when there’s nothing good to watch or when I’ve binged too much TV without actually doing anything. But this month was particularly rough because I couldn’t spend money, making it even more frustrating to figure out what to do at night. Every evening felt like banging my head against a wall, trying to come up with something—anything—to pass the time.
Eventually, the boredom fully set in, and I hit rock bottom. I found myself pacing around, scrolling aimlessly on my phone, and even considering reorganizing my spice rack just to feel productive. The nights dragged on, stretched thin by the lack of plans or spontaneity. It was that specific kind of boredom where even doing nothing felt exhausting, and absolutely nothing sounded exciting. Which could only mean one thing: I am in a rut. Somehow, I had driven myself into a deep state of laziness, where my only focus was checking off tasks without any real engagement.
Being in a rut isn’t new for me, but I know it’s a dangerous place to stay. I turn into this cranky, evil Godzilla, stomping through my days, destroying everything in my path. Not even food or a cute beverage could save me… though they would help. I usually feel like this when I’m about to get—or already am—insanely busy. And this time? It’s the latter.
The irony is, I did this to myself. I wanted to be like those people who somehow work 24/7, grab dinner with friends, go partying, hit a club, then come home at 3 a.m., sleep four hours, and do it all again. We all know someone like that, and we’ve all wondered: What kind of drugs are they on? They’re constantly at 100%, while I can barely drag myself out of bed before 8 a.m. In true homebody fashion, I can’t even fathom going anywhere but home after work. The mere thought of social plans after clocking out makes me feel like I’d need four cans of Red Bull just to cope. But I want to be that girl.
Boredom Strick Two
All my life, people have told me, "You're young, you should have energy. You should be out at night." Truth be told, I’ve never even stepped foot in a club. A bar? A couple of times. And honestly? I get nothing out of it. I just sit, chat, and wonder why I’m not doing the same thing at home—where I could be in my PJs with a hot cup of tea instead of stuck in a loud, crowded space with sticky floors and overpriced drinks. But somehow, this is what people want… or at least, what they settle for. I’m tired of this, Grandpa! And it’s not too damn bad! If I had the money, I’d open a space designed for people like me who want a cozy, inviting third space where you can actually enjoy the night, surrounded by people you like, eating food or doing something you actually want.
And then it hit me—maybe I don’t need a whole business to make that happen. Maybe the solution is simpler: I just need to start creating that space myself. And maybe, just maybe, others will follow. Maybe it’s time to start hosting my own parties.
If you grew up in an ethnic household, hosting was second nature. Our moms would gather everyone—husbands, kids, and sometimes even extended family—for a full day of fun. Everyone brought something—an entrée, a dessert, or just something—so there was always more than enough to go around, with To-Go boxes stacked high by the end of the night.
As a kid, I remember my mom and her friends chatting for hours while we ran around, playing nonstop. It was the perfect setup: they got time with their friends, and we wore ourselves out without them lifting a finger. It was effortless, almost instinctual—socializing and parenting rolled into one. And honestly? We still do this to this day.
The biggest thing I’ve realized from watching this? I don’t have a strong community like that. These friendships are irreplaceable—they blur the line between friends and family. Outside of them, I haven’t made a single friend who even comes close to that level. And it’s time I started.
My mom met her best friends when she was 22, and now, over 30 years later, they’re still together. Hell, they’ve practically become second parents to me. Through every high and low, the same seven moms have remained—and watching that is nothing short of amazing. And I yearn for a life like that and maybe that starts with opening my doors.
Boredom Strick Three
I get in my head—I set high expectations for myself, for the people coming, and for how the whole vibe will turn out. I want everything to be perfect, exactly how I imagined it. But when I get stuck in that mindset, it’s hard to see the bigger picture. I fixate on the smallest details, obsessing over whether people will have fun or if the atmosphere will feel just right. But the truth is, no amount of planning can control every moment. That’s the thing about living in California—there’s always something to help take the edge off. Sometimes, I just need to breathe, let go, and remind myself that the best nights are the ones that unfold naturally. Just like they did back in the day.
And maybe that’s the secret—not overthinking, not stressing over every little detail, but just creating the space and letting the night unfold. It’s about embracing the kind of effortless fun we used to have, the moments that didn’t need to be planned to feel perfect. The best nights were never about the setup; they were about the energy, the people, and the music that made it all come alive.
That’s why my song of the week is One on One by Micah & Headband Henny. The beat instantly takes me back to those family parties—the ones where the music played all night, the adults laughed for hours, and we kids ran around until we couldn’t keep our eyes open. It’s that nostalgic sound, the kind that makes you feel like you’re right back in the middle of it, dancing without a care in the world. Maybe that’s exactly the vibe I need to bring back.
Enjoy This Journey With Me
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Enjoy This Journey With Me ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
This isn’t the end—just a bookmark in the conversation. Stories don’t really close; they unfold, shift, and find new voices. If this one stirred something in you, let it breathe. Leave a thought, challenge an idea, or carry it forward in your own way. And if you ever feel like wandering through more unfinished thoughts, you know where to find me. Let’s keep the conversation alive. ~XOXO
