I’ve talked about my personal Disneyland before. By my personal Disneyland, I mean “rooftop bar, serves drinks, pizza.” Also—pleasantly crowded, within walking distance of my apartment. Basically, perfection (along with St Arnold’s. PERFECTION, y’all.) Up top is J’s burger (just a regular ol’ burger. Except better. Look at it.) and my regular pizza which I get every. single. time. because the fact that it’s topped with arugula tricks my brain into thinking I’m eating a healthful salad. A delicious, guilt-free salad.
I should note that I’ve never been to Disneyland. But if it doesn’t have a rooftop bar, drinks, and delicious pizza, I don’t want to go.
I did it! It’s actually shorter than it looks in these pics. It really does look like a bob. I loves it and I want to go even shorter. Bobs forever. I even found a pic of me when I was little and had a bob and bangs and I have it sitting in my living room. My 8-year-old bobbed self stares out of the pic at my 24-year-old bobbed self in a sort of poetic, creepy, life comes full circle way. Funnily enough, back then my Mom and I had matching bobs, and my Mom called me right after I cut my hair short last week and told me she’d just cut her hair short, too. On a mutual, undiscussed whim. Cue the Goosebumps theme song.
But it’s just hair, obvi.
Fabulous, fast-drying, easy-to-care-for, LIFE CHANGING, HAIR.
For most of my life, except for a brief time when I was about eight and I had bangs and a short bob, and a brief time in college when a horrible hair stylist cut my hair into a mullet, I’ve had long, Rapunzel hair. As in, people would stop me in the street and just exclaim, “Your hair is soooo long!!” It used to be flowy and thick and golden, but in recent years, I’ve been cutting it shorter and shorter, and now it’s about boob length and sits awkwardly on my head like a toupee. Every time I go to my grumpy male hair stylist who speaks sporadic English (he’s Italian, and I like it that way. I hate making small talk with hair stylists, just concentrate on cutting my hair and let me daydream, damnit!), he raises his eyebrows when I say “Two inches off!” because he knows I’m creeping into short hair territory. He nixed my straight across bangs idea (a la Hannah Simone) with a simple, “No. Last time I cut hair like this the girl CRY and CRY.”
However, I’ve been contemplating a long bob now for a while now, and maybe he’ll go with it. I mean, hair grows, right? And a long bob wouldn’t be as awkward to grow out as straight across bangs? What do you guys think? My favorite haircut is the bottom left, although I’m not sure if it could be easily recreated. I’m terrified of a miscommunication and ending up with a short bob with insane layering (PTSD from mullet-gate.) What if I look like a HIDEOUS BEAST? But then again, what if it was the hair cut I was ~*always meant to have*~ to match my round baby face?
Have you guys been to the National Portrait Gallery? I somehow always end up wandering around it after shopping or a movie in the Chinatown area. It has some really interesting stuff—photographs of the Civil War and the Pledge of Allegiance spelled out in license plates from all 50 states, for example. But it also has what I can only describe as a giant indoor greenhouse with what I can also only describe as a flat water fountain (research tells me it’s actually known as “the courtyard cafe” and described as having a “glass canopy.” Make no mistake, it’s a giant greenhouse.) Kids love it. Take ‘em sometime, if you have any. Or sit at one of the cafe tables, eat lunch, and non-creepily watch the babies staring at their own feet or splashing in the water and try not to let your ovaries EXPLODE because of the cuteness.
1/2/3 I live in THE most beautiful DC neighborhood. Spring days surrounded by these trees and plants and flowers make my heart sing. How did I get so lucky?! (Okay, I made a color-coded spreadsheet of available DC apartments and ruthlessly hunted my apartment down with creepy, laser-point focus. But we can call that luck.)
4 Mango curry at this incredible “hidden gem” Thai spot in Cleveland Park. J and I only get our old faithful favorites—mango curry and Pad See Ew with fried tofu. So incredibly delicious I can’t even.
5 Our version of grown-up beer at B’s rooftop deck BBQ in Dupont. Super cold (is it just me or is this spring warming up wayyy too slowly?) but I drank beer and ate a veggie burger and a sneaky hot dog (bad bad vegetarian! we all have our vices…) wrapped in a blanket.
6 A coworker introduced me to the magic of Starbucks TRENTA size. What the heck?! Here I was drinking Venti like a sucker. Love me some iced dirty chai soy lattes and iced skinny caramel lattes. I know, I know, so bourgeois.
7 Our local Giant has been doing all kinds of charity hot dog, coffee, and cake sales from fold up tables outside. Not sure what to make of it, but it has a sort of elementary school fair feel to it, so J grabbed a hot dog and some peppers.
8 My trusty giant Ray-bans (and favorite little gold horseshoe earrings.) Two years and still going strong. I ain’t gettin’ no eye wrinkles, thank you. I was on my way to eat dinner at Outback Steakhouse with J’s parents. I had never been there in my life, but I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed it. Loaded baked potato with buttery broccoli? Deep-fried mushrooms? Cheese and butter on everything? Yes please.
9 We can’t stay away from St Arnold’s. It is always perfection—busy with no wait, amazing food, dreamy atmosphere. Pinch me.
“You never hear anybody talk about mad tofu disease.” – John Robbins
Grab a tortilla, vegan chicken, cheese, corn, and enchilada sauce and you’ve got yourself an incredibly filling and delicious meal. I ate this for lunch and I didn’t need dinner. EASY PEASY. And yes, these photos are terrible. I really hate charging all of my electronics, and that includes my camera. It yelled at me and refused to take pictures. Seriously, it’s such a bully. But doesn’t the enchilada still look SO GOOD? I had a ton of leftovers (one was enough), so I’ll be eating them for lunch all week and feeling smug about my thrifty-ness.
Chicken, corn, and cheese enchilada, Quorn Chik’n Tenders, 10g protein per serving