The War on Drugs asked White Laces to join them on their North American tour. My boyfriend plays bass for White Laces, so of course we were thrilled! If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you probably already knew about this tour, but here are some of my photos from their tour-closing tour at the 9:30 Club in Washington, DC. Thanks for bearing with me on a post that’s not food-related! xoxo
If there’s one food I eat at least once a week (besides wine), it’s pho. That’s right, the butt of all “pho-king” jokes people make. I’m not going to make those jokes, even though now that we’ve talked about it, I want to. The reason people make those jokes is because pho is delicious. It’s so delicious that “delicious” doesn’t do it justice, so you want to call it “effin’ delicious.” The pun digresses from there, but don’t let it fool you. It really is that good.
If you’ve had really good pho (pronounced phuh, not foe), you know the kind of tasty glory we’re talking about. If you’ve never had pho, or maybe if you’ve only had bad pho, you probably think I’m exaggerating. I’m not. If you don’t like pho, I call you crazy, and I’m not sure we’ll ever be best friends.
Do you know how cold it was when I left for work this morning? ONE degree. I mean, what’s the point? Might as well be zero degrees. Might as well not have degrees at all, because it’s not like my “safe to 20 degrees below” wiper fluid followed the rules. Nope, that huge sheet of ice on my windshield only grew after each hopeful spray. I hadn’t had coffee, I couldn’t see out my window, and I was cold. While the temperature reached 33 at one point today, the chill in my toes never left, so I knew I needed a warm drink when I got home. My absolute favorite warm cocktail is a hot toddy, but I was out of lemons, so I made up a twist on the classic and ended up loving it even more! Continue reading
Started off the week by getting the flu! Agh, I couldn’t believe it. It was awful. Like…really, really awful. Continue reading