A fun fact you likely don't know about this blog: at it's very inception, it was themed around makeup because for a couple of months a half a decade ago, I dappled in selling Mary Kay. I wanted the skin product and for the same price, you got a the whole set AND a starter kit to start selling makeup. I was like, "Well, I'm broke AF, so mine as well," and that's how I spiraled into a little foray into selling skincare and makeup.Read More
Then as we closed in on the car, we looked at each other and said, "Brunch!?" Coming off the back of Richmond Brunch Weekend, I find myself wanting to still support all of the restaurants who participated, but I also visualized myself at LuLu's and couldn't shake that I needed to be there.
I pointed us down 17th street, across Broad and into a PACKED LuLu's. I saw the Richmond Brunch Weekend Kick-off chair as soon as we walked in and yell-whispered, "How long is the wait?" And he said he always sat at the bar. I nodded, quickly thinking we'd need to head to my brunch staple, On the Rox soon. I was famished and not trying to play around with the waiting nonsense.Read More
When I see Weezie's Kitchen, I think, this is a place where you can come get a hangover. The Carytown dive bar sports a vibrant nightlife for the regulars of Cary St. and the Museum District. So it was a pleasant surprise that, in preparation for Richmond Brunch Weekend, I found that it's a place where you can also come to cure a hangover.Read More
The Massey Mimosa is kind of like a dog. You love them all, but that doesn't make them all the same. We have over 20 restaurants creating a Massey Mimosa, and invited them to jazz up the drink however these choose. We encourage creativity. That means if you try one Massey Mimosa, you'll still need to try at least 19 more since they'll all be different. Muah ha ha, but don't feel bad about drinking so many mimosas because $1 from every Massey Mimosa goes back to VCU Massey Cancer Center.Read More
I parked around the corner from The Speakeasy Grill, and was immediately taken with the quaint house that The Speakeasy Grill is in. I knew it was associated with the Hippodrome Theater, which I assumed would make it a very different ambiance than it was. I was expecting something less quaint.Read More
I was relatively nervous before it, kind of like when you’re about to meet a person for the first time. I found myself cleaning my house, organizing the kitchen and vacuuming like I was hosting a first date at my house. It just felt odd inviting a stranger into my house to rub me.
When my masseuse showed up at my house, she was a perky, petite woman that got right to setting up the bed. I was sitting on my sofa, chatting and feeling like I needed to be a better host. So, I made things weird.Read More
That made me wonder, what other surreal moments truly took my breath away? I've collected a short list, scribbled across several nights as I recalled them:
*Disclaimer: Most of these are recent memories because 1. They're easier to remember and 2. Getting older has given me a deeper appreciation of special events.Read More
I'm not even talking about the what-if-the-robots-take-over kind of scary, but the terror of what will happen to human interaction. I mean, think of us now: with Internet, the prevalence of social media and online dating, you can live your entire life engaging through computer-mediated-communications without ever meeting people in real life. Part of that is nice -- like if you're in a long-distance relationship or want to order groceries without having to put pants on -- but part of it is really not.Read More
In between jobs (yay, I got a new one!) I got a haircut. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do: new job, new me. I bought a trusty Groupon haircut, and was on my merry way. I didn't even think much about what I wanted. I always get a bob that's longer in the front than it is in the back. I think it makes me look regal and thins out my face a bit. However, I'm down for something new: new job, new haircut, new me.Read More
I don't know what it is about moving on, but I want to delicately appreciate each bit that I'm leaving behind. I want to soak it in for the last time, and I was to acknowledge its passage. I don't want things to fade away, and I don't want the little details of my day-to-day to change without me recognizing it.Read More