Showing posts with label sylvan esso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sylvan esso. Show all posts

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

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.