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Edisto Island


I crammed a mini vacation into last weekend and, against all odds, had a damn good time doing so.

My journey started Friday afternoon when Erin and I set out for what should have been a 4-hour drive to the coast. We were on our way from Charlotte to Edisto Island to spend the weekend at Jen’s Maw Maw’s house. It would be nothing but wine and sand and good food and girl things, if only we could get there.


Charleston Snapshots

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Most people’s idea of a vacation is my idea of a nightmare. Where normal humans like to “kick back” and “relax” I like to fill every second of my day with assorted activities and explorations. The stuff I like to do almost always involves some level of physical exertion including but not limited to miles and miles of walking, bike rentals and scaling large natural or manmade structures. In short, it is best for me to just travel alone.

Since no one in my family subscribes to my definition of vacation, I follow a “can’t beat ’em, join ’em” attitude on the road these days. So here’s a look at our fully un-action-packed weekend on Isle of Palms.


Instalife: Chicago

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Chicago is such a badass city.

Someone tried to tell me yesterday that the people of Chicago aren’t friendly like they are down south. Having spent my first 18 years around here and having had a difficult time acclimating to the south for the last 11, I promptly launched into a rant about how midwestern hospitality is just a little cooler than the arguably oppressive sweet southern warmth.

Chicagoans are incredibly friendly; it’s just a little less conspicuous. But can you really blame a population that endures harsh winters the majority of the year for remaining a little stoic?

If people reflect the climate in which they live, what I can tell you of Chicago is that when the sun comes out you feel like you really earned it. There is nothing better.


DC Snapshots

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My friend Lindsay and I flew into DC this weekend as part of a top-secret surprise birthday extravaganza wherein we were the surprise. It is a miracle none of us ruined this event in the months leading up to it, and all that anxiety reached its apex when we were all hiding in the birthday boy’s closet stress-eating jelly beans like, “OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE WALKS IN HERE.” (I don’t even like jelly beans. I ate half a bag.)

We survived the closet, didn’t ruin the birthday, and raged on for 48 hours straight.

There is absolutely nothing I love more than being around people who have known me for more than 10 years. Here’s a look at what we got into in the District of Columbia…