I am still paying for my poor footwear decision during my time in D.C. I have worn the same Doc Martens since eighth grade and they have always been kind to me, but I had no idea how horribly they could treat me. I walked miles upon miles, trying to see and do as much as possible in that city. There’s so much to do, and so much of it is free, that I feel…
Sometimes you go to bars and your friends are there, holding giant nuts. Look, I don’t make this stuff up. [Project 365]
Dang, my friends can cook. And they’re spilling secrets like beans from a bag with a big ol’ hole in it. Come for the links, stay for the bad similes!
Bowl-o-rama from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. So rumor has it that Imperial is closing by the end of the year, but I can’t find this information anywhere on the internets. (I can find plenty about the 2006 rumor.) Can someone substantiate this? I need to know for sure whether or not to be sad for serious. Instant update-o-rama: Kip’s got a photo gallery up!
My friends Amanda and Matt got hitched Saturday underneath the mottled autumn leaves towering above the Old Hickory Country Club in Nashville. It was a sweet ceremony with lots of laughter (I do love a good vow bumble) and goddamn if I didn’t get teary-eyed watching those kids nervously but intently pledge their love and affection in front of their friends and family and a few golfers who paused to watch the ceremony. It was…
Many many many of the people around me are living low these days, sleeping and drinking and stress eating and generally feeling withdrawn and weird about life as a whole. It’s weird; I enjoyed a string of fairly happy days late last week (due, mostly, to the brisk fall weather) but I’ll be honest, I’ve spent most of my time lately in bed, sleeping more than a person could ever need to, and feeling guilty…
Wow, time got away from me last week and I find myself at home, back in cat hair-covered pajamas, just as god herself intended it. My trip across the state and back was amazing, as I fully expected it to be. And exhausting, like any good roadtrip vacation. Aside from the insomnia Tuesday night that knocked me out of doing the Jack Daniel’s tour Wednesday morning, everything else was smooth sailing. Let’s see if I…
I’ll tell you how I know I’m getting old. Sunday night I spent some quality time with a magnum of pinot grigio and several episodes of My So-Called Life in the company of some of the funniest (and silliest-dressed) people I’ve ever met. There were rules. There were amendments. There was plaid and impossibly tall combat boots. There was angst. And I remembered how when that show aired, Jordan Catalano was the hotness. And yes,…
This is my oldest friend, Palm Tree. Tonight, we’ve been conducting what may be the world’s longest ongoing chat/Scramble match/conversation, involving Orc blood, bitch-goblins, Stadium Pals, grumpy exes, astrology, vibrators, and so much more, often in misspelled allcaps. And I have laughed my ass off the whole time. Heavy guffaws, my head thrown back to my shoulders. All without uttering a single word, since she’s hours and hours away, in Buffalo, NY, a whimsical place…
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