We had a potluck for which we cooked foods that generally fly south of the border. It was magnificent. I made Cuban picadillo, which wasn’t terrible (yay!), although next time I’ll need to figure out a better way to serve it (mix it with rice or offer bread or something). [Project 365]
And I mean that in a good way. In the “it’s fabulous to know people who are so deliciously talented” way. [Project 365]
The ever-enterprising Erica set up a little ladies-who-lunch event up at Sekisui with her and me and Amie and Emily. Meeting Amie (finally, after years of online acquaintance) and seeing Erica and Emily again was awesome. And you guys? I ate eel and liked it. And raw tuna! And scarfed down more mackerel in one sitting than I’ve had in my entire life. (Click the photo for potentially accurate information about what is pictured. Feel…
Every damn photo I took Sunday night was blurry so I must point you in the direction of the professional photographs taken by one Brandon Dill, the Mid-South’s premier freelance photographer who manages to make people look pretty even while they are sweaty, drunken messes. [Project 365
A person can do worse than a Saturday afternoon spent swimming and lounging and eating turkey and goat cheese and heirloom tomato sandwiches with her friends. Much worse. [Project 365]
This? Is just ridiculous. To be fair, I did drink orange juice. With champagne. But that still counts. [Project 365]
The CA won the TPA’s honor of best newspaper in the state (general excellence or something is what they call it). Plus we got an award for awesome make-up and appearance, which is loverly since that’s what I do for a living. So we celebrated with free food today. Yeee-haw! Congrats to all the awesome people I work with. And yes, this is two work-related pictures in two days. I’m a career gal; what can…
I THINK THIS GLOWING RECTANGLE MIGHT LEAD ME TO AN EVEN CHEAPER BURRITO! [Project 365]
Please ignore that skanky-looking nerve-bitten thumb, which is most certainly NOT MINE. Anyway, never underestimate the ability of a fruit pop to wake your sleepy ass up. [Project 365]
Kristin mercifully had Monday off work so we were able to kick it low-stress style at The Local Taco, where we split a pitcher of margaritas as the sky spit rain at us periodically. It was nasty and humid and lovely and tasty. I wish I hadn’t had to rush back to Memphis so soon, but I’m noticing more and more that my life these days is an ongoing string of sorry-to-run-but-I-have-to-be-here-at-this-time proclamations. I don’t…
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