Thoughts from the Hot Tub
If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake.…
A Tale of Two Thanksgivings, Part 1
Growing up, I never understood why grownups got so stressed about Thanksgiving. I mean seriously, what’s the big deal? You eat turkey, you shove some vegetables…
More Matress Moments
We have 13 people coming to the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree this year, including my brother, our grandparents and The Wedding Date and his two…
Extreme Kayaking, Or How I Almost Drowned The Wedding Date
If you don’t know what extreme kayaking is, let me say right now: I pity you. Obviously you don’t come from a family where activities such…
Damn it Does NOT Feel Good to be a Lannister
You know you’ve gone off the deep end when you start talking in your sleep about tiles—not bathroom tiles, mind you, but gaming tiles. Little cardboard…
Two Men, One Martini Bar
It’s not as bad as it sounds, although I suppose any woman who accidentally invites two men to Thanksgiving dinner ought to provide some sort of…
And We’re Back: The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree
I know. I know. It’s been ages. But I have an excuse. Honest. And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black…
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…
Too Many Texts
I’ve received another letter. This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective…
T Minus 3 Days
It is Tuesday morning and I am freaking out. Why? Well, for starters I am finally going to quit my day job. I gave Head Boss…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 