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dc life // segways and the potomac

To kick off the roomie’s birthday, a group of us decided to fully embrace the tourist mentality and spend 90 minutes on a segway. Because Ericka enjoys a good pun, I knew that only Segs in the City would do for us. They were fantastic and took our “we don’t need an actual tour but don’t mind our over-the-top patriotic dress” in stride. We ended the day with a picnic in West Potomac Park, where patriotism and charcuterie collided. And you know, a little tree climbing.

travel // 31 Hours in NYC

That time I went to NYC with #Club203 to see the ballet and a show and ended up having a lot of moments that involved the phrase “TURN, TURN, LOOK, LOOK, it’s [fill-in-the-blank].” That time I almost physically collided with Megan Hilty in the ladies bathroom line. otherwise know as, when I had to take a step back because I almost physically collided with her and looked up and am pretty sure everything on my face was like “OMG!!” as I let out a whispered/whimpered hi Lady #1 (Directly in front of me) Lady #2 (Directly in front of Lady #1) Lady #1 (Looks at me a little shocked after I almost collided with Megan Hilty) Me: “I KNOW!!” Lady #1: What? You know what? Is she someone? Lady #2: That was Megan Hilty!! Lady #1: I’m I supposed to know who she is Lady #2: SHE. IS. EVERYTHING. She is Broadway royalty. I mean…she…she… (The “she is everything line” came out with the hilarious tone of awe and disgust as she publicly shamed a …

life // thirtyish

It was a plan. Said plan wasn’t very ambitious. Actually the plan was pretty simple, since it was just … write about turning 30. Then, keep writing. I’ve been 30 for almost six-months and here if the first post thus far. It could be the last one, honestly, I don’t even know. However, that doesn’t mean the millions of thoughts and stories go away. No, they just continue to flood into my brain and circle round and round and since I’m mean, I’ve come up with a super awesome solution, nothing. Never let it be said that I’m a controlling, over-achiever…except for all those who think that anyways. Then I think, done is better than perfect so in the words of Hamilton: Rewind. 29! Woohoo! The year of greatness and excitement and crazy travel and all sorts of other things that I told people would happen because I was going to live it up. Or at least, that was the plan and since I’m really only good at planning other people’s lives, we can guess …

dear america, you sent for me.

Dear America, Remember when we were the land of the free and the home of the brave. That whole, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” We are a place where immigrants wrote the laws, established our systems, and laid the ground work to create the country where we live (#alexanderhamilton). Immigrants, they have moms and dads and family and lives that they are trying to make better. My great-great-great-grandparents on one side were Jewish immigrants to the United States at a time when it wasn’t so popular to be Jews. It’s lucky for them that they made their move from Europe in the late 1800s/early 1900s, because if they had waited until the late 1930s, there is a chance that the country would have told them the borders were very closed. Because Jewish refugees in World War II weren’t sexy, at least, not until 1944 when …