It hit the spot. That’s really all I have to say about that. Check out Mirabelle Cafe & Suites in Savannah—it’s a VRBO you can rent with a sweet little cafe downstairs. I just popped in to cool myself off from the inside out, and it worked like a charm. Also, ask for a London Fog if you’re not… View Post
I had a few tricks up my sleeve back in college when it came to making those Virginia boys swoon over a can of Natural Lite: I knew a lot about Nascar. I knew drivers, their numbers, their sponsors, track news… Growing up in Jacksonville, Daytona was almost just close enough to hear the rumble. But I’ve since lost that somewhat disingenuous… View Post
Amongst criticisms of the craft beer bubble bursting and too many new breweries popping up all around our fair city, I’m just happy they’re here, revitalizing areas like Scott’s Addition and providing new and fun places for me to meet up with friends and catch up on life at record speeds so we can gloss over the last 9 months and focus… View Post
Back in middle school, every girl in our class rocked a variation on this exact get-up: black jeans, brown leather shoes (Sebagos, wut), a woven brown leather belt, and a light denim shirt over a white turtleneck. I remember reading about, like, igneous rock and writing notes to Lizzie with the sleeves of my denim shirt rolled up and the laces… View Post
I’ve always gotten the best feel for a place by sitting at a bar and ordering a beer. Whether I’m alone or with a group, nothing—really, nothing—sticks firmer in my mind or lets me hop on the plane back home feeling like I experienced what I was there to experience. From a wine cave by the Canal du Midi in Trebes,… View Post