[TC Fieldtrip] (Taken with instagram)

[TC Fieldtrip] (Taken with instagram)

[cocktails] (Taken with instagram)

[cocktails] (Taken with instagram)

[Christmas] (Taken with instagram)

[Christmas] (Taken with instagram)

[elf jams - love actually] (Taken with instagram)

[elf jams - love actually] (Taken with instagram)

[baby love] (Taken with instagram)

[baby love] (Taken with instagram)

What's in a name?

  • Me:

    So, have they figured out who the mother is yet?

  • Roomie:

    What mother?

  • Me:

    You know his future wife and the mother of his kids in the story.

  • Roomie:

    What kids?

  • Me:

    It's called "How I Met Your Mother."

  • Roomie:

    Oh, I didn't realize.

  • Watching TV together:

    Priceless.

[Casa Nonna]
We moved dinner with the girls from our usual hearty pasta at Paolo’s to Casa Nonna last week. With it’s Dupont Circle-location and bustling ambiance, it’s a good place for a group dinner or casual date. But word to the wise: The Gnocchi Di Zucca (spiced pumpkin) was underwhelming.

Via Casa Nonna

[Casa Nonna]

We moved dinner with the girls from our usual hearty pasta at Paolo’s to Casa Nonna last week. With it’s Dupont Circle-location and bustling ambiance, it’s a good place for a group dinner or casual date. But word to the wise: The Gnocchi Di Zucca (spiced pumpkin) was underwhelming.

Via Casa Nonna

One Turkey Too Many

I, like a lot of women, spend way too much time analyzing relationships. After a Thanksgiving break spent surrounded by blissful young newlyweds (and a glass of wine too many with an old friend) I started to wonder: Did I miss the boat on finding my Mr. Right? I don’t mean that in an insulting way, like it’s too late. It certainly is not. But is it a different, more complicated relationship? Is your “One, Great Love” the same after there have been some?

Wouldn’t things be simpler if it’s all you’ve ever known? You’d think so. Does the amount of baggage we carry with us proportionally weigh down a new romance? I hope not. Because I’m pretty sure I come with more than a carry-on.

Okay, put a fork in me. I’m done.

Stopping Traffic

  • Guy in SUV, rolls down window, yells "Ashley!"

  • "Ashley! Hey, Ashley"

  • A block and a half later, I realize he's referring to me. Turn head, lift sunglasses.

  • I, am in fact, not Ashley.

  • Look of disappointment washes over his face. Sheepish grin, drives off.

  • And I'm left wondering who this Ashley is, and what she did to the pour guy.

(kooks) (Taken with instagram)

(kooks) (Taken with instagram)