The Case of the Slippery Wedding Dress (and oh yeah, I got married last weekend)
In the sixth grade, which was my last year attending public school, I took dance as my elective. The gym teacher, who was somewhat of a…
The Anthropology of the Anthropologie Sample Sale
So the thing that nobody tells you about a lumbar ESI is that they comprise a “it’s gonna get worse before it gets better” kind of…
Can Bad Karma Hurt Your Leg?
Well, this one takes the cake: After waiting on hold for 15 minutes with the MRI Department at Penn in order to request a copy of…
Iceland: Legos, Lagoons and Semi-Monsoons
So far, the best thing about Iceland is my AirBNB—that and the fact that the 24 hour shop on the corner stocks McVitties Dark Chocolate Digestives…
Totally Sane Sewing
This is how things went down: “I’m going to make my wedding dress,” I announce. “Oh good,” says my dad. He doesn’t even try to veil…
The Case of the Hol(e)y Underwear
PIC has a thing about my underwear. As in he hates it. And I can’t say that I blame him… I do take a bit of…
The Transatlantic Rescue
Last month, as usual, we made the annual Richter Family Pilgrimage to Franklin Square to play Drunk Mini Golf. I looks a little something like this:…
Travel Bloopers Friday Goes to Italy… Without Shoes
Okay, I’m tired of making fun of myself. I’d like to get back to making fun of my little brother if you don’t mind. (Sorry Tech…
Black and White and Wet all over
Okay, I would like to state, for the record, that I have gone an entire week without posting anything wedding-related. I also told PIC that we…
Travel Blooper Friday: (Ano)the(r) Great Underwear Debacle
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
Breadsticks and the Bridal Brain
It’s just before noon and I decide, after several rather delirious hours of congratulatory messages, that I had better eat something other than Cracklin’ Oat Bran.…
Dinner with the Parents: No More Go-To Chicken
Tonight, for the first time in my natural born life, I’m invited my parents over for dinner. This would have been fine if I wasn’t also…
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