I went to the most awesome baby shower Friday for an awesome friend who will be having awesome twins come 2010 (maybe earlier). I post this photo because I ike to be reminded of how silly I look sometimes.
A story for the Houston Press in which I make a Slim Pickens reference.
Those of you who have never had the pleasure of consuming a cocktail mixed by me can now replicate the experience in your own home, thanks to my new post up at The Daily Fork: My Top 10 Summer Drinks to Help Beat the Heat. Recipes included.
Magic Molly writes about food in metaphors that I can only dream of and fitfully attempt to imitate.
Oddly, our culinary adventures seem to coincide. For example, I drank my first salted caramel hot chocolate from Starbucks over the week between Christmas and New Year’s. (As an aside, I never go to Starbucks. This was maybe [...]
Beachbum Berry cracks the code of The Zombie with the New York Times.*
*The Times must have a tikiphile on staff.
I bet you didn’t know I was involved in a murder case, did you?
Typically, my involvement in crimes is limited to my job as a journalist, where I research and write about them. But this time, I was actually a witness — sort of.
Last October, Christopher and I spent Halloween in New Orleans. Our stay [...]
On Richmond Ave. between Montrose and Shepherd, there is this place called The C Store. It’s a little convenience store in a strip center that I drive past when I’m taking Gus to the dog park. Without fail, everything I pass it, I snicker like a 12-year-old.
I think the ‘c’ word is probably the dirtiest, [...]
This weekend marks one whole month since I was freed from the bondage of indentured servitude. (Throw that image around in your head a bit, you dirty, naughty reader).
Thanks to the utter generosity and complete support of my wonderful, understanding boyfriend, I quit my second job slingin’ Singapores at a local college bar.
A few weeks [...]
I had been working at the bar for about a year when my boss finally had the confidence to leave me alone during the day shift.
During times like these I slowly began to develop my personal theory that the bar had taken on a human-like Jekyll and Hyde persona — some nights it was clogged [...]