Important Reminders

College basketball is just the best. The pain, the winning, Spike Albrecht, all of it. I want all of it in my life at all times.

It’s okay to have the sads that college basketball is over. It’s okay to have the sads whenever, as a matter of fact.

Parks and Rec (or any form of binge-watch-television) is the best cure for the sads.

The end of one thing only means the beginning of another. Hello, baseball season.

Getting your taxes done > every other adult thing ever.

Texts and fun emails from your siblings makes you feel delightfully young.

The first 70-degree day in New England is an excuse for all of the following: driving with the windows down, buying fresh flowers and sundresses, going out for ice cream, drinks on the patio.

Plan for fun. Have things to look forward to, always.

You don’t always have to impress your parents. You do have to be yourself and trust they’ll love you no matter what.

Twitter makes basketball amazing (or is it the other way around?)

The best part of vacation, outside of actual vacation, is shopping for the vacation.

If you feel lonely, remind yourself how lucky you are.

The Perfect Sunday in New Orleans: A Guide

Step 1: Wake up at the perfect time.

9:15am. The sun is still rising but not yet blazing. Put on your most adorable sundress and sandals (or for dudes, whatever yells “comfortable” and “fun”). Get some coffee and maybe a pastry.

Step 2: Church.

The songs echo with joy and power, through doors and windows probably shut to keep the A/C in. The people exude the same passion. you’re not super religious (like me), there is something that just, moves you when you listen.

Step 3: BRUNCH.

THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART. Preferably at Antoine’s, where you can mosey in a little hungover and not feel judged by the fanciness. Instead, you’re comforted by it…that these lovely folks with Southern/Cajun accents in crisp white shirts understand your pain and want to alleviate it with brunchiness. Or more booze, in the form of mimosas/bloody marys, or flaming coffee.

Step 4: Take a street car to nowhere in particular.

Sitting squeezed among tourists, while crawling through the Garden District past Tulane and dozens of houses that leave your mouth agape, is as surreal as public transit gets. You can have a destination, or not…just enjoy rolling through the city and marvel at the people, the homes, the warmth of it all.

Step 5: Coffee.

After sitting in a sun-drenched street car for an hour, there’s some much-needed caffeination to be had. Rue de la Course is an old bank, turned into a gorgeous coffee place with strong brew guaranteed to re-charge your brain. Also, they serve iced coffee in tall glasses, not plastic cups. I am obsessed with places that do this…I’ve only seen it one other time, in a tiny place in Newport, RI. Step your game up, coffee houses that claim to be environmentally friendly.

Step 6: A long, leisurely dinner with carbs and seafood.

A word of warning: you will not feel good about yourself after doing this. You will feel full, exhausted, and may spiral into feelings of low self esteem. Just know that I love you, support you and promise to share my own tales of New Orleans food choices if we ever meet in person. It will all be offset by incessant cravings for vegetables once you leave the city (this is the actual thing that I experienced). The oysters at Drago’s and po boys at Mother’s are excellent options.

Step 7: Beignets and coffee Monday morning.

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Lost on a Marine Base

I sped southward on Highway 17 through the damp Carolina air towards Camp Lejeune. I had been told everything was all set, taken care of…just have your driver’s license handy. Even though that’s what I was told, I was nervous to go onboard a military base for the first time. And not for anything important; I was shooting a high school football game for our station’s Friday night highlight show.

I crept the white SUV emblazoned with NewsChannel 12 logo up to the main gate. I could tell before I even got to the front of the line, things weren’t “all set” or “taken care of.” If I remember correctly, the news of the day was a Marine had died on base, cause unknown, and for whatever reason, one of the officials was unhappy with our station’s coverage of the situation. As I approached the officer at the gate, I rolled my window down and tried my damnedest to not look terrified (I do not do this well). Continue reading

My Facebook Relationship, My New Favorite App, and The Hot Mess Index

I am so damn happy it’s Monday. Last week was not my finest moment – I registered a 2013 season-high on the Hot Mess Index, a highly advanced metric a few coworkers and I use to gauge our level of sanity and overall shit-togetherness. I had a green smoothie this morning, went to the gym and am now ready to write again. Hurrah!

An interesting thing happens when I get very busy at work; for a four- or five-day stretch, I go to work, come home, and immediately go to bed. Repeat. Go to work, go to bed, go to work, go to bed. This leaves very little time for fun Internet-y things like Facebook and Pinterest. Twitter stays, because I can legitimately say I get a lot of my sports info from it, plus cute animal videos.

What I had been doing was just going on Facebook once or twice during the day, then consuming the rest of everyone’s updates, photos and links in bulk before I went to bed.

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San Francisco By the Numbers

I had only spent one day of my life in San Francisco, before I just spent the last six there with my best friend, her husband and their new puppy. That one day six years was quintessential California: sun-splashed, so busy and yet so laid back at the same time. I always say I am SUCH an East Coast person, and I am, but nearly a week on the other side has me feeling ALL THE WARM AND FUZZIES towards The City.

A breakdown of some memorable moments of the trip (some numbers approximate):

Two…days I saw fog. The local forecasters called the week “spring-like.” Coming from the dead of Connecticut winter, the weather could not have been better.

No fog, no problem.

No fog, no problem.

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A Few of My Favorite Things: Local Restaurants

Part of the reason I love where I live so much is the mix of big and small businesses. There is some level of hoity-toityness (we have two Whole Foods and two Chipotles, which is kind of awesome yet pretentious at the same time), but at the other end of the spectrum are perfectly charming shops, creative restaurants and little things to see. Some of my favorite local restaurants…

J. Rene Coffee Roasters – Tucked away from West Hartford Center on Park Road, this is the best place for when I want a break from Starbucks, or a really pretty cappuccino with a grilled banana-and-nutella-on-a-croissant sandwich.

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Customers have a choice of how they want their coffee brewed…french press, siphon pot or cremex. The decor is lovely…big wooden tables, unique light fixtures and plenty of seating. And you can see the equipment they brew the coffee with.

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