Too Much + Too Many = Perfection

It was a fabulous birthday, complete with the best of friends, family, and loved ones. Stories and laughter complimented by multiple Berry Smashes and Organic Pomegranate Martinis. Dinner outside on a beautiful night. NBA finals in one of my favorite dives. Cocktails and hookah at Gazuza till 2am. It was an evening of too much and too many, but it was the perfect 25th celebration—so perfect that I didn’t mind waking up on Wednesday with a well-earned birthday hangover.

Celebrations and debauchery to be continued on Friday with some more fabulous folk and a few out-of-towners. So far I absolutely love 25.

Dins and a Doc

I hosted Dinner and a Documentary at my house last night with a friend that has become a central character in my life in DC. (I use the term character because I am ever more convinced that my life is a musical complete with show tunes in the moonlight, but I digress). This character is a particular favorite because we always have thought-provoking conversations that expand into all out philosophical throw downs. Last nights match-up featured white peach sangria garnished with raspberries, my Mom's tomato bruschetta with fresh grated Parmesan, spinach risotto with feta and sauteed mushrooms, and fresh steamed asparagus on the side. And for dessert, a documentary on rape as a weapon of war. All set to the backdrop of impassioned conversations and a raging thunderstorm.



Do Wednesday evenings get better than that?!

Je Ne Regrette Rien

Just another Saturday with my sweet friend.

A Good Friend...

drives out of state to help you find a shot put circle to throw in. A best friend will pull over at a baseball field when the track is taken and retrieve shot puts in the dark.

love note from a dear (missed) friend

i miss your face
and your freckles
and your vegetarianism
and your political opinions
and your cute little outfits that always look like something jackie o would wear
and your uncanny ability to make me laugh til i pee (a little)
and your ability to drink me, and everyone else in a room under the table.