I have a favorite thrift store in New Jersey and I’m not telling you which one. All I can say is that it’s huge, resembles a warehouse, and you have to dig through CARTONS of clothes based on handwritten labels on the boxes. I bought this tunic from there for a whopping $8 after rummaging through a box that’s been labeled “70’s Rayon”. Amazing.
I don’t know if you guys can tell but I do a lot of YOLO-ing. I wore this the other day when I was on a date to see All The Way (yeah, that one play that the dude from Breaking Bad is in). I thought it was okay. I mean, Bryan Cranston was easy to watch as LBJ and the remainder of the cast gave a great performance but the story is just not for me. Then again, what do I know – I LOVED Peter and The Starcatcher as well as A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder so clearly, I’m a child and prefer physical comedy and puns over American history. It’s just not my cup of tea.
I’m excited about this Spring for a multitude of reasons. First of all, it’s not snowing/hailing/sleeting/freezing/polar vortexing & that’s always cause for celebration in my book. Another reason is that next month, I’m going to Barcelona!
What kind of traveler are you? Do you like leisurely walks and discovering a city on your owns terms and at your own pace? Or are you insanely detailed and organized about your itinerary? I’m all about the latter.
When the first photo was taken, some woman rushing to Penn Station scoffed at me because I was acting like a noob. What can I say, I’m an intrepid tourist in my own city.
Also, last night I made delicious nachos out of leftovers. You don’t really need a recipe for nachos but scroll below if you want to see some melty cheese porn.
January is always a busy month for me. The heels of the holiday madness are followed by lots of events, including my birthday and because I like to live on the idiotic wild side, I usually like to plan something ridiculously exorbitant for the event. This year, I decided to have casual drinks at Lillie’s on Saturday and then have a brunch at our apartment on Sunday afternoon, my actual birthday. (By the way, I got completely sotted at Lillie’s like an 18-year-old lush at a frat party – but that’s a story for another blog post). I took the simple brunch idea and went over-the-top with it: I decided to have a Luau party. Continue reading