A Not-So-Happily-Ever-After Ending

It’s over.  The end.  Finito.  I don’t quite know what to do with myself now.  It’s officially summer— I should be going to the beach or working on my tan or scouting out my next bar-of-choice for Wednesday’s Center City Sips Happy Hour (I take Center City Sips very seriously)— but there’s a huge void…

A Question from the Hot Tub: Would YOU Date Me?

By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake with a drink in hand—preferably something cool and alcoholic (even if it is only 8:00am)—and reading one of the Victorian novels I discovered while cleaning my room last weekend.  Today marks my first day off in three weeks and…