Dear Washington, D.C., We need to talk. Not in a “we should see other people” way, but in a “I have some feelings and they are wearing sensible walking shoes” way. First of all, you are a lot. You are monuments, memorials, marble and power suits and school field trips and men in khakis explaining the Constitution like they personally drafted it over brunch. You are the physical embodiment of “group project where one kid does everything and the rest show up with a sense of unearned pride.” And yet… I kind of love you. I love how you make me
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An Open Letter to New Orleans
Dear New Orleans, You saucy little minx. I came for your jazz, your beignets, and your legendary laissez-faire attitude. I stayed because I couldn’t find the strength to leave. I’m convinced you’ve enchanted me with some unholy concoction of powdered sugar and humidity. Or maybe it was the sazerac. Either way, I’m onto you. Let’s start with the obvious: you’re absurdly good-looking. I’ve never walked down streets so simultaneously dignified and debauched. It’s as though your architecture got dressed for Sunday service, but Bourbon Street borrowed its eyeliner and never came home. I don’t even know how to process the
An Open Letter to New Orleans, Louisiana
Dear New Orleans, It’s been two years since I’ve been to visit you, and I want to go back so badly it hurts. I want to walk down Bourbon Street, step into a night club, and maybe eat some beignets. Oh, and definitely get some fried chicken because for some reason, it tastes like magic in your city. Unfortunately, Mardi Gras, spring break and COVID-19 have taken it’s toll on your city and it breaks my heart to pieces. Your city isn’t made for social distancing. It’s made for get togethers, jazz shows in small venues… and beignets. Let’s not
An Open Letter to Seattle, Washington
Dear Seattle, I visit you occasionally but it should really be more often. However, depending on the day and the hour (and, let’s face it–traffic), you can be kind of a pain-in-the-ass to travel to. Besides, you can be a wee bit expensive when I decide to do things like buy artisanal wines, macarons, bread, cheeses and meats so I can be bougie and have the best movie snack EVER. Unfortunately, you are the epicenter of the COVID-19 outbreak. Although I’ve usually bemoaned the fact that you and my favorite piroshki stand are roughly an hour and a half away,