Sunday, October 26, 2014

vinstagram: turnip for what?

TURNIP FOR WHAT
A few days late, but a most awesome birthday gift from my sister. 
Dave 1. Chromeo perfection at 9:30 Club.
“This was my inspiration, miss vina.” - Chef Larry Cage
Douglas Gordon's Play Dead, Real Time at Hirshhorn's After Hours
Uppercase, Bold, and double exclamation points. I like your enthusiasm, Plan9

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Fall in Love


Happy Sunday! I finished a bunch of errands AND got a surprise ticket to tomorrow's Phantogram show at 9:30 Club! See y'all there! 

me: I may or may not hold your hand and cry when they play “Fall in Love.”
Naty: Uhhh I will most likely cry so no judgement.

Side note, awesome day in New York yesterday, photos soon. I'm trying to post photos in a timely fashion after events, then again I never posted about Jamaica and that was in April so...there's that. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

had to rack my 90s brain for these track titles

Nick: No Doubt's Tragic Kingdom still holds up. Sunday Morning
me: Excuse Me? Mister, I'm Just A Girl. Hey You, I'm going to End It On This: You Can Do It. Happy Now? 

Side note, cut to me spending a few minutes trying to decide between “rack my brain” or “wrack my brain” - it was nerve-(w)racking for sure. No Doubt. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

just barely Thursday morning


sounds like: American Horror Story/Freak Show (Scary clowns. No.). Could I Be coming home with Sylvan Esso? Current favorite driving song: Bang Bang by the Monophonics.  Will You, Daniel Wilson, will you? Supreme guilty pleasure song, though def can't blast this one down the streets of Old Town: Lil Dicky's Ex-Boyfriend

tastes like: Hot wasabi spiced peanuts. Black garlic from Union Market, though I don't know what to do with it yet. 

feels like: I turn 31 on Saturday. I'm throwing an ice cream social because I'm an adult and I make adult life decisions. In all realness, I'm excited to spend a nice (maybe rainy) afternoon eating ice cream—cough-photographing ice cream—with my best friends. I've also decided to design menus after shindigs such as this one - keep my personal design skills fresh, ya know? 

smells like: dried lavender and perfume on my pillowcase. It's time for bed. 

photo via Not Without Salt

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I DO.


The only time I won't use an Oxford comma is when Twitter's 140 character limit doesn't allow for it. Just know that I'm probably weeping on the inside if that is the case. 




Monday, September 29, 2014

make funk, not war


The funk lordz are in town!
If you're not doing anything tonight, put on your dancing shoes and join me at 9:30 Club!
(but not really since I believe they are sold out. Sorrz. Dance with me in spirit.)

me: Miss Sandy, hi. I just wanted to say have a wonderful tonight at your gala and I wish I had my best Chromeo dancing partner tonight! Have an awesome day!
Sandy: vina, my darling. I shall be there in spirit, and I have my vina-face cut-out sign ready to go with me tomorrow, worry not!!

I mean, if the skinny jeans fit.

Nick: I think I'm a hipster. I used a straight razor today while I waited for my pour-over coffee. And I smoked pipe tobacco last night. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Esso and Etto. Play it right.

Sylvan Esso at The Howard Theater. Phenom. 


Burrata and lemony kale salad at Etto on 14th. 
Some marvelous rye cocktail and pizza with anchovies, dandelion greens, and a runny egg. I mean, come on.