The night is an evil, sexy bitch

I know exactly where I went wrong. It’s the same place I always go off the rails. I come home, tipsy after an evening of visiting and chatting and drinking and eating with good friends, and I decide to hop on the computer while drinking a glass of water or two. You know, to metabolize…

On the Agenda: Teen Angst.

I got a personal calendary agenda thing! It’s purple and CUTE and named after Positano. (Here’s big blog stepping in to tell you why that appealed to me so strongly.) Also, every single page inside is more adorable than the last. I can’t wait to ruin it all by writing all over it with my…

Monday again?

Yes! How did that happen? We had a nice weekend. Seriously nice. The Blue Genie Art Bazaar turns out to be a lovely place for gift-buying. We found some pretty good tortas. We ate pizza at Bufalina, which was wonderful and for once not ridiculously crowded. And we went to a party! When did I…

Hi.

I exist! See, what had happened was, first I got sick, which you know. Then I stayed sick for a while. Then, as I am wont to do, I got depressed because all I was doing was being sick, and I need to do things like leave the house occasionally in order not to spiral…

Balance.

No, the title is not a metaphor. This is actually about balance. I was returning the rental car this morning (I had one yesterday so I could run errands all over town without an enormous car2go bill) and ended up behind this. Impressive, right? It’s not every day that you see a truck piled quite…

My grandparents.

They took these pictures of each other while they were living in Fargo, ND for a year in 1948. My grandmother still talks about how stupid cold it was there.

At Nana’s

The wedding was gorgeous and SO MUCH FUN! Logan’s on his way home and I’m in Virginia at my Nana’s apartment. Love it here.

Packing

For the second time in three weeks, we’re packing up for a weekend out of town. My cousin’s getting married on Saturday at the beach in Delaware. It’s funny. You’d think that after 15 months of living exclusively out of our backpacks (detailed fairly extensively over at the old blog, boots in the oven), packing…

Liberry

I love our library. It’s comfortable, and there aren’t nearly as many vagrants loitering in it as there were in Chicago’s Blackstone Library, my childhood ‘berry. Austin’s North Village Library is missing the grand neoclassical columns of the Blackstone, but it has giant skylights and hybrid car parking and is just generally sunny, airy, and…