Category: Trips Down Memory Lane
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Bah Humbug. Bring on the New Year’s Champagne
Christmas is finally, FINALLY over. Thank Amazon.com, JCrew, and the other retail gods. See, I have what I call “white sheep syndrome.” It’s like a form of survivor’s guilt: I escaped soul-crushing poverty but doing so came at a definite cost. To save myself, I had to leave other people behind and not look back. Specifically,…
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At Least Petunia’s Happy We’re Home
After a week of not wearing makeup, or proper pants, or even deodorant, we’re home from Vieques. It is a balmy 36 degrees in Alexandria this morning and overcast. This time yesterday, we were sweating by the pool, awaiting the delivery of 2 pounds of lechon (roasted whole pig). I’m mildly sunburned, covered in mosquito…
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Food Porn: Palladio at Barboursville Vineyards
My opposite-sex-partner-for-life XFE and I don’t really celebrate an anniversary per se. We met, we started dating, but I never really remember exactly when, and I don’t know which date we should commemorate: when we met, or when we had our first date, or when we had our first kiss? I know we met in…
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(Unintentional) Hotel Crashing: Hotel Palomar (Arlington)
Thanks to Hurricane Irene and Dominion Power, we spent two nights at this fine hotel located in the bustling metropolis of Arlington, Virginia. Anywho, the location of Hotel Palomar is great…it’s very convenient to the Rosslyn metro station, which was pretty handy since I had to carry a roll-on suitcase to work on Monday. Hotel…
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So When Are You Two Kids Getting Married?
I am such a cliché. That was my first thought when I heard about the Census Bureau report on marriage and divorce rates, breaking the data down by region. It’s like the Census Bureau only looked at one Census form – mine – and was able to write a whole report on marriage trends. “The…