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 ... View Post
Spending your age.
When I lived in Chicago from 24-25, I had a few friends straight outta swanksville. One guy friend, Peter, a 24-year-old hedge fund guy who I met by the pool on the roof of my high rise, picked up the tab for lunch once because he had just gotten a cool $60,000 year-end bonus. This information was ... View Post
The art of war.
[This has been a year of much NFL.] Growing up we had a few sayings in our family. For those less than pleasant things everyone has to go through: "That'll build some character." For those atrocious things the very unlucky have to go through: "That'll put some hair on your chest." I've been ... View Post
Jet settin’: 2 days in Austin, TX.
[Rails LA Carter star print denim shirt + LNA deep V tee + Rag & Bone Newbury booties, black denim shorts, & hat + Orvis Battenkill suitcase FTW!] Sometimes, you need to get the hell out of town—on the double. ... View Post
A weekend in the life, in reverse.
You know your stress level is maxing out when the lady at the nail salon clicks her tongue at the sight of your cuticles. Mine were chewed to bloody bits, ragged, red and swollen. Even typing hurt my digits. Biting away at them, however, was the only way I could stay in front of the computer and ... View Post




