Took this witchy number out for a spin recently. I'd have more to say about that, but looking back I think it was the night I had two too many glasses of champagne, hopped on my broom, and ended up melodramatically crying about something and wiping my boogers all over C's couch. Poor guy. [A ... View Post
That’s love.
Another week, another fantastic live performance in one of my favorite venues, Strange Matter. C and I had a bourbon, some grub, then strolled down a few blocks to hear some truly phenomenal tunes—like, super up close and personal. One of those nights that make the place you live feel bigger and ... View Post
An all-American Sunday.
I had a few tricks up my sleeve back in college when it came to making those Virginia boys swoon over a can of Natural Lite: I knew a lot about Nascar. I knew drivers, their numbers, their sponsors, track news... Growing up in Jacksonville, Daytona was almost just close enough to hear the ... View Post
Beer time.
Amongst criticisms of the craft beer bubble bursting and too many new breweries popping up all around our fair city, I'm just happy they're here, revitalizing areas like Scott's Addition and providing new and fun places for me to meet up with friends and catch up on life at record speeds so we can ... View Post
If it ain’t broke.
Back in middle school, every girl in our class rocked a variation on this exact get-up: black jeans, brown leather shoes (Sebagos, wut), a woven brown leather belt, and a light denim shirt over a white turtleneck. I remember reading about, like, igneous rock and writing notes to Lizzie with the ... View Post