Sunday, October 26, 2014

vinstagram: 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.