hunk-o-burnin-love and FRESH POTS!!

Dear Dave,
Let's make hypertensive love children.  You can teach me drums and i can teach you about Keurig.

xoxo, me

grape leaves/good'n'plenty

This weekend was chock-filled with celebration! The main event was obviously my friends' (Matt & Abbey) wedding on Friday. It was great to see some friends i haven't seen in a while and then some of the regulars who always know how to have a good time at parties!  We were all dressed up fancy and we danced the night away in our super uncomfortable dressy shoes!!

The next morning we woke up to another beautiful Springy day.....and realize, well, we're never to old to have an "after the after partyafter party," trash a hotel room, have a coed sleepover party, giggle incessantly, and demand pizza be delivered in a timely fashion in the wee hours of the morning.  (that pizza saved my life).
 
Saturday i thought was gonna be low key, we all felt old and exhausted from the crazy fun we had the night before.....but we rallied and managed to have a wild night locally: celebrating Courtney & Junior's pre-birthdays in style.

Today i was super busy once i finally came to.  My mom and I ventured to the sticks to visit a greenhouse and we bought a bunch of really neat things we're gonna try to grow this summer, besides the usual 23489 species of tomatoes.  We then hit up some markets and I decided i wanted to cook all afternoon. So i made calzones and pizza and this elaborate pasta salad thing and then i hit a sleepy brick wall which brings me here.....psyched for summer and seeing more friends, road trips, eating fresh produce & seafood, reading books on my deteriorating 1970's chaise lounge on the patio, and missing way too much work for social obligations.

Free tickets

Had an unexpected invite to a concert the other day, surprised this
place was so packed with thousands of people who still think Eddie
Vedder is the cheddar. After all these years I still don't get the
attraction. Before the show we attended this preparty business in some
froofie CT Valley suburb and I had my first grilled hotdog of the
season, ate a tastey tortellini/broccoli salad and sampled some
expensive scotch that tasted like musty fire.

Gritty kitty

Dear Baby Cat. Thanks for the hives and the poop that I got to clean
out of your poo box while I stayed at the house. Despite your pocket
size and crazy energy, Your sibling, the family dog Is still my
favorite. Thanks.

haulin' oats

This past hurricane season while in transit to Logan Airport for our yearly estrogen group getaway, Miss Valerie and myself took notice to the fact that 2 years in a row on our way out of Boston, Hall and Oats songs were always on the radio on our cab ride to the airport, thus, the songs i sing incessantly until something grabs my attention in another country.....whether it was Private Eye, Maneater, Kiss on my list....i sing it at any conversation lull, inappropriate moment, whathaveyou.   At one pivotal moment Val, was like "Jeeeeeeze what is it with all the Haulin' Oats songs... they're so damn catchy".......I was like "who?" Haulin' Oats? Like Carrying sacks of Oats? Megs and I were like No NO No Val, It's Hall AND Oats!  I don't know why i just thought of that and why it made me laugh out loud, for serious.  I like when people think something is named or said something completely incorrect, it's hilarious when people are completely baffled at something they always thought true, but really just completely misinformed.  And it's always great to ask your friend what their favorite "Haulin' Oats" song is...




Oh man, who am I kidding there are too many hall and oats songs, can't pick just one!

t-shirts i love

i love t-shirs that make me smile from ear to ear.  i just found this one in a gigantic pile of recently laundered clothes and totally forgot i had it.....

May Day

Off to Boston/Somerville/Cambridge for the weekend.  There's a wide variety of events in the next 48 hours and i'm about to hit em all up!   if you're in the City too..... try to at least hit up some of the Somerville Open studios, especially the ones on Newton street.  Word.






Dear Tourists,

The T takes a little practice, but it's not rocket science. You step on when the correct color/letter arrives AND then you step off when you hear or see the correct stop.  No analytical skills required.  Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall is the easiest place to get to.  Follow the swarms of awkward people holding cameras, fanny packs, bulging backpacks, and maps and other people looking overly excited while saying "Quincy Market."  You will then be overwhelmed with fellow tourists, a clusterfuck of cafeteria food masking itself as quality, and marked up retail items you can easily find in your hometown's shopping mall. 

Thanks,
Former/future resident