Trader Joes wine

In Search of Beaujolais

On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date.  “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!” The Holiday Beaujolais is somewhat of a tradition in the Richter household, and it’s only sold during the holiday season, hence the name.  My dad always drives up to…

The Real Reason I Want(ed) to Go to Europe

You want to know the real reason I love to travel?  Sure, I’m into museums and history and discovering that my way of doing things isn’t the only way but really I like the girl I become when I travel: fearless, self-sufficient, confident, and—get this!—I almost never get lost when I’m somewhere else. I still…

So Yeah… About Friday Night

Given my inability to find my way out of a paper bag, I’m glad that there’s a landmark just before I have to make the turn onto The Wedding Date’s street.  I know this because the last time I met The Wedding Date at his house (back before Thanksgiving) I missed the turn, pulled over…

Friday with The Wedding Date

I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a car.  I’d also forgotten that I have amassed a collection of approximately six million water bottles over the years, any of which I could have filled for my afternoon…

Part 2: Lost and Found

I’ve been really looking forward to seeing The Wedding Date, but I’m also a bit nervous.  This is for several reasons.  Firstly, I’m meeting him at a restaurant I’ve never heard of in a town I’ve never been to.  This, given my lack of navigational prowess and the renowned recklessness of New Jersey drivers, is…

The Return of the Wedding Date

Unbeknownst to me, there are three separate establishments bearing the address “312 Haddon Ave” and only one of these is the restaurant where I’m supposed to meet The Wedding Date for dinner.  Ordinarily I wouldn’t care about the numerical incongruities of some New Jersey suburb but seeing as I’m already running late, this is a…