Where’s the Beach?

Is it the end of August already? This summer has flown by. I am not too sad about this since I hate the summer. I would probably enjoy it more if I had a personal pool, but I don’t have a pool, therefore I don’t like the summer. Continue reading “Where’s the Beach?”


Saturday Shennanigans

What happens when two witty, sarcastic ladies meet at their mutual place of employment and find out that they both enjoy walking fast, talking faster, and good beer? They become good friends and decide to spend a weekend in Baltimore, getting tattoos*, taking pictures, doing shit, and eating good food.

* Technically, I was the only one who got tattooed. Sarah K. just sat courtside. 


One can’t truly appreciate the wonder of Baltimore in only two days, but by golly, we jammed as much as possible into Sarah’s short visit.

Friday night we kept things chill. After dinner and drinks at my favorite –  Hamilton Tavern – we watched Gone Girl and called it a night.

Saturday morning we hit the town, and we hit it hard.

Hamilton -> Fells Point -> Downtown -> Ellicott City -> Hampden -> Harbor East

Photos courtesy Sarah K.


There’s something amazing about being in a new city. Even when you’re there for work, getting out to explore a new city is such an invigorating experience. Being in New Orleans for the past week was incredible. I went into the experience feeling a little anxious and a little overwhelmed at the prospect of spending a week with coworkers, at a convention, over 1000 miles from home. But, you know me, I adjust pretty quickly.

If you ever make it to New Orleans, I implore you to venture outside of Bourbon St. and wander down to Frenchmen St. So much music and life, it’s almost overwhelming. Almost. It also seems apropos that while, in New Orleans, I befriended a coworker’s sister, who just happens to be a jazz singer. With a name like Donna Singer, you have to check her out.


Every summer deserves at least one solid day of lounging on the beach and setting everything else aside. All you need is a good book, a good friend (or two or three) and a good drink (or four or five).


My friend and I met up at Rehoboth Beach, early one Saturday morning and parked on one of the side streets. You can find 10 hour meters that take quarters near the boardwalk. The meters also sync with the parking app, ParkMobile. It’s easy to use and you don’t have to worry about lugging a bag of quarters to the beach.



To make sure we got to spend the majority of our time on the beach, my friend and I packed a cooler of food. Prepared chicken salad, pita chips, hummus, celery, carrots, and sliced melon made for an excellent snack. When it started to rain, we threw our gear into the car and headed to a nearby bar to wait out the rain. It quickly passed and we were able to spend another 4 hours on the beach. We even got to see a beach wedding!


Beach Bag Essentials:
A good book

It Was All A Dream About Tennessee

Everyone should take a road trip at least once in their lifetime. It doesn’t matter where you go, just pick a place, pack a bag – or three – and head out for the open road. As it so happens, I recently got back from my first road trip to Tennessee.


In the wee hours of the morning, my friend, her mother, and  I set out for the highway. Nashville is about 10 hours from Baltimore. With coffee, snacks, and audio books on deck, we were ready to take off. Now, if you are a road trip newbie, such as myself, be sure you pack a mini cooler of water, snacks, and chocolate. You know, the essentials. With the long road ahead, you don’t want to have to make a lot of stops for food. The more you prepare, the better off you’ll be.

Day One: Nashville at Night

We checked in to our hotel in Brentwood, TN. This town is only 10 minutes from the downtown Nashville. Our hotel featured complimentary parking, hot breakfast, and WiFi. There was also a pool and 24 hr gym. Since we were staying in Nashville for the longest time, we decided to splurge a bit for comfort.

My friend’s mother had originally set up the trip to Tennessee to meet up with a former co-worker of hers and my friend and I tagged along to check another state off our bucket list. Once we met up with our local host, we piled into her car and headed out for Nashville. Now, I’ll admit, I had my own preconceived notions of what Nashville would be like. However, I was quiet surprised to find Nashville a lot younger than I originally thought. Loud voices and even louder cowboy boots greeted us as we walked down the sidewalks, overspilling with tourists, guitarists, and bachelorette parties.


Nashville is a very happening city. The bars were packed to the gills when we arrived and it was only 7pm. The bar we settled on was a little three story, live music establishment called Honky Tonk Central. And by little, I mean massive. We climbed the towering stairs and pushed our way through the romper clad sorority girls and found a table along the open balcony windows. My friend and I looked at each and said in unison, “It’s so loud”. At least, I think that’s what we said. It was pretty loud in there. After a round of Tennessee beers and mediocre bar food, we bid Honky Tonk adieu and set out to make one more sweep of downtown Nashville. IMG_9175With an over abundance of boot retailers, smelly horse carriages, and neon signs, Nashville is not for the faint at heart. Or weary road traveller. We snapped a few pictures and decided to retreat to our hotel room. My friend and I exchanged weary looks that said it all, “Yep, we’re officially old.”

Days Two & Three: Hey, It’s Franklin!

Now, if you’re a thirty something year old who enjoys quaint shops, good food and a more subdued pace, then Franklin is where you need to visit. Set a few miles southwest of Nashville and Brentwood, Franklin held a charming main street, that featured shops, bars, restaurants, a movie theater and historical site attractions. My friend and I were all to ready for a easy day of window shopping and eating good food. IMG_9179

Our first stop was Puckett’s Boathouse. I recommend trying a local, Tennessee brew and the turkey burger. I also recommend the shrimp and grits hush puppies and eggplant lettuce wraps. As well as the veggie burger and…. you know what? Just pick anything and eat it. It’s all good.


This remodeled old theatre was playing new releases, but looked way to quaint to leave in color. I think the black and white does it proper justice.  But Franklin wasn’t all old timey buildings. I literally squealed with delight when I saw the Anthropologie store front across the street. I couldn’t help myself, I had to do a walk through. It was amazing.


Housed in an old pharmacy store, Gray’s on Main is a lovely bar/restaurant with new American cuisine and post prohibition drinks. This was a much better scene for my friend and I than Honky Tonk the previous night. The bartender had selected a lovely mix of big band songs that helped us drift away into the summer night. Although, it could have also been the two cocktails we each had. Tourist tip: the drinks are strong and goooood!

Day Four: Memphis Or Bust

After checking out of the hotel, we walked around Nashville one last time before bidding farewell and booking it to Memphis.





We arrived in Memphis right at sunset. After dropping off our bags in the hotel, we walked to the downtown area and got dinner. Huey’s in Memphis offered good food, reasonable prices, and a fun atmosphere. After filling our bellies, we headed further down to the waterfront area just in time for the most glorious sunset I’ve ever seen.


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Memphis has an amazing waterfront area that features a sprawling park, a paved running/walking path and even a little sprinkler water area for kids. It was a nice breath of fresh air to walk leisurely around the downtown area without running into a thousand tourists and their kids. Memphis seemed to have a slightly older demographic, with young professionals going about their daily lives- working, exercising, and hanging out with friends. After a few requisite photo ops, my friend’s mom called it a night early and headed back to the hotel. Feeling revitalized by the sunset, my friend and I wandered up to The Flying Saucer Emporium . With over three pages of beers listed in their drink menu, we were in heaven. After selecting our brews, we half-assed playing a round of trivia. And by half-assed, I mean we sat at the bar and guessed at the trivia questions that were displayed on a screen. How’d we do? Let’s just say we didn’t break any records.


With the night still you, we settled our check, decided to take a look at the infamous Beale Street, to see what all the fuss was about. Tourist Tip: go to Beale Street at night and if can help it, do it when they have a car show. Dozens of vintage cars lined the street as police officers stood by directing traffic and securing the blocked streets.


Even with the car show and summer tourists, Beale Street was not as overwhelming and claustrophobic as Nashville’s main strip. Plus, the live music was better. I’ve got nothing against country music, but the blues and rock and roll take the cake every time. In my humble opinion.

IMG_9354We couldn’t get away from these damn horse carriages. I know people like to ride in them, but they honestly make the entire area smell like shit and urine. Plus, the horses look miserable. Maybe this tradition can fade out? Please?

Day Five: Graceland 

On our last day in Memphis, we started early and hit Beale Street and the downtown marketplace to take more pictures. I loved having the freedom to just wander through the streets, no real target in mind.




The afternoon heat began to intensify, so  we ended up taking the self guided tour at the Museum of Rock an Soul. If you have the time, I highly recommend it. It’s a bit lengthy, but super informative and just plan fun. Bonus, the music is awesome and the costumes and vintage items are really cool to see up close.




My friend would also probably kill me if she knew I didn’t at least mention the march of the Peabody Ducks. It happens at 11 am and 5 pm.  in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel. There, I said it. DSCN1349

If you’re ever dragged (joking, I went willingly) along to watch ducks march from the elevator to the lobby fountain, bring you camera. The Peabody Hotel is a beautiful building take pictures of, so there’s that.

DSCN1347DSCN1340No trip to Memphis would be complete with at least a quick trip to Graceland. Now, I enjoy Elvis’ music as much as the next guy – okay, probably not as much- but I was not going to pay $40 for a tour of his former house. On our way to get my friend incredible vegan food from Imagine Cafe and me the best fried chicken that Uncle Lou’s could offer we took a quick drive by Graceland. Totally worth the $40 each we didn’t have to spend.


If you’re ever in Memphis (and why wouldn’t you be?)  please travel to Imagine Vegan Cafe (best vegan black forest cake ever!) and to Uncle Lou’s for some amazing fried chicken. Get the spicy sweet love sauce (it comes in mild and hot). You’re welcome.


Day 6: If You Only Know Jack, You Don’t Know Dickel

On our last day in Tennessee we took a quick detour to the George Dickel distillery. I recommend calling ahead to figure out timing of your arrival. They don’t have the tour times on the website, but the free tour was 45 minutes and the extended tour and tasting was an hour and cost $10. We did the free tour because we weren’t really in the mood to drink whisky at 11 am before a 10 hour drive back to Bmore.


I loved getting to see Tennessee and experience two of it’s liveliest cities. That being said, I’m definitely an east coast girl. The slow pace of the south is nice for vacation, but way to slow for my restless legs.

All beer, all weekend

This past weekend some friends and I had the opportunity to attend the Belgium Comes To Cooperstown (BCTC) festival at the Ommegang Brewery in- you guessed it- Cooperstown, NY. In order to attend the festival on the cheap, we all signed up to volunteer. Now, don’t go shaking your head at me. We got mad swag. Sike, we got a little swag: volunteer t-shirt and 4-pack of beer. However, we did get to attend and camp at the pricey festival for free.

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I wasn’t sure what to pack, but I decided tanks, jean cut offs, and Chucks were probably a safe bet.

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Now, I know it’s summer time and festivals are rampant, but a beer festival does tend to lean heavy on the male population, so I decided to take in the gentlemanly fashions while there.

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If you get the  chance to go (look at you, Richie Rich) I highly suggest it. It was a good time with great friends. Camping out for the weekend wasn’t that bad- it only rained Friday night- and Ommegang supplied showers and plenty of port-a-potties with hand washing stations.

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