But somehow the #BlewishWedding exceeded even my high expectations. Continue reading
And this time, Candace is making me hungry with this terrific recap of Los Angeles-area dining highlights.
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Candace again! Back with a new installment that we’ll call “What I ate in….”
Now for those of you who know NOTHING about me, there’s one fundamental fact you should know: I love great food. Expensive. Cheap. From a truck. From a restaurant. From a little lady on the street. I don’t care. If it’s good, feed it to me.
So when I travel I meticulously scope out restaurants. This isn’t to say I plan every single meal – but it’s good to just have a few places picked out.
In September, my fiancé Jay’s longtime friend got married in Palm Springs. As I had never been to LA, we decided to stay one night there.
You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.
The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.
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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.
I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.
I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.
I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.
There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.
Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.
So you’re having a baby!
Mazel tov on your growing family. I am so excited for you and can’t wait to tell that baby about all the horrific things you did in your youth (because I will). Continue reading
As Candace gets ready to start grad school, I thought it would be a good time to put her in the Twitter Spotlight and wish her well on this big step.
OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest
@candacearm: Humor, love of delicious food and someone who makes me comfortable enough to be my true self 100% of the time (have you ever tried to stifle parts of yourself for someone else??? Miserable.)
OneChicklette: Your chief characteristic (one word)
OneChicklette: What you appreciate most in your friends
@candacearm – Loyalty is rare. My friends are there for me for the good, bad and ridiculous.
OneChicklette: Your idea of happiness
@candacearm: Wine country. Wine country IS happiness.
OneChicklette: Your idea of misery
@candacearm: Hunger. I DESPISE being hungry.
OneChicklette: Your favorite fictional character Continue reading
When my friend Candace visited me a few weeks ago, we rambled all over the part of Brooklyn where I life. One of our stops was In God We Trust, a boutique on a quieter block of Bedford Avenue.
We browsed and tried on sunglasses.
Then I noticed these roughly engraved pendants. Look closely.
I won’t be buying one of these R rated charms for my mother. But for one of my smart ass friends? Perhaps. How about you?
Having house guests in cities like New York can be challenging. I don’t have a guest room, and on weekends, I’m the laziest person alive.
But there are some friends I’m always happy to have visit. Candace is one of them. We had a lovely catch-up weekend and celebrated her acceptance to graduate school.