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,
Tag: Tourism
Why I Shouldn’t Be Allowed at Hockey Games
Yesterday I went to my very first hockey game. It was the Seattle Thunderbirds and they were going up against a team from Portland. I’d watched a few NHL games on television and figured it’d be a good fit for me since I’m pretty barbaric. I mean, my fiancé and I shared our first kiss at a bar while watching Floyd Mayweather teach Conor McGregor a thing or two about boxing. I wouldn’t be surprised if my ancestors were amongst the spectators at the Coliseum, giving a giant hurrah everytime blood spilled. So you’d think grown men with hockey sticks
“The Nutcracker” by the Pacific Northwest Ballet – Seattle, Washington
Attending The Nutcracker is almost a rite of passage in the Pacific Northwest. I’ve rarely met a Seattleite who has not seen the show in question, and even rarer to find someone who is disappointed in the performance. I myself saw the show years ago as an eleven year old. It was the Maurice Sendak version and I loved the sugarplum fairy. She was gorgeous, knew how to dance, and had excellent fashion. In my tween years, she was EVERYTHING. Fast forward, and the current rendition being played is George Balanchine. I’m much older now but when I’d heard that
Tatte – A Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts
Tatte – at least I believe that’s the name of the restaurant – was my saving grace in Boston. It gave me food that felt homemade and full of carbs. Warm, delicious and simple without any millennial hipster vibes thrown in. Tatte came into my life like a beacon of hope–it was the place I ran to after the disaster that was Pressed. It thrived on good ol’ fashioned breakfasts and pastries and made me drool as soon as I stepped inside. Please note, I was famished when I made my way in here so this cafe will probably get
Ray’s Pizza – A Restaurant in New York City, New York
One thing that was a must-do in New York City for me and my BAE, was get pizza, which is my other BAE. Clearly, the Before Anything Else idea encompasses lots of areas of my life leaving me with an inability to make decisions. But pizza? It was a must. And would you believe we had a hard time trying to find pizza in New York? Some places were closed, some were jam-packed to the point where the place would be closed by the time our turn came at the register, and some places just had bad health food ratings
The Quality Inn and Suites – a Hotel in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
I’ll be honest. My man and I are snobs when it comes to where we stay. We like boutique hotels. Places with character. Places where you feel a bit fancier than you normally would. So I bet you’re wondering why the hell we stayed at the Quality Inn and Suites. Welllll, there’s a LIMIT to how much we are willing to spend and I am sorry, but hotels in Rehoboth Beach are ridiculous. No way in hell am I spending $400-$500 for one night’s stay. Are you kidding me? It’s not like it’s the Ritz in the middle of New
The National Museum of Natural History – Washington D.C.
When we arrived in Washington D.C., my boyfriend kindly asked me what I would like to see. Like a child hyped on pixie stix, I shouted “DINOSAURS!” because the six year old kid that is my soul still wondered in awe at the behemoths that used to roam the world. “Oh yeah! Or we could go to the museum of space and–“ “But there are DINOSAURS.” “There’s that too. We could also visit the Lincoln Memorial–“ “And we could DINOSAURS.” “…That’s not even a sentence.” “DINOSAURS.” Since I had been reduced to incoherence, we decided that we should go to
Central Park, New York City, New York
When you visit a place like Central Park, you have expectations. And mine included a vast area of nature in the middle of a sprawling urban jungle. It sort of was that and it sort of wasn’t. I think I forgot that it was a park like any other one I could find in my own city and not an actual wilderness full of untouched human land. I don’t even know why I had this concept of Central Park to begin with. I’d seen enough photos of Mariah Carey walking her dog on the concrete pavements to know better. There
Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.
I was famished when I walked into Pressed. I had been up at six am, skipped breakfast, got stuck in traffic, rattled around on a duck boat tour and by eleven o’ clock, walking around Boston, I was ready to start eating my own hand off, because I needed food ASAP. Visions of bacon and French toast were dancing in my head. It was going to be delicious and full of calories. The BEST kind of brunch, you know? My aunt said she knew the perfect place! And off we went to Pressed. Spoiler alert: It was not the perfect
The History of the Little Black Dress
The title of this post is a little misleading. It implies that you’re going to get a discussion on how the little black dress evolved, its origins, and how it became the iconic and timeless wardrobe classic that it is. But really, all you’re going to get is pictures, because I really like pictures and hate reading little museum placards. And that’s where I saw this, the Washington State History Museum where this was their current exhibit. My boyfriend, thoughtful guy that he is, knew that I’d enjoy the time warp back to the start of the little black dress.