1. Toothbrush
2. Toothpaste
3. Socks. lots of socks.
4. Nylon Mag (purchase at airport)
5. The latest Nicholas Sparks "novel" (if there are even any new ones); I'm getting into the mood of crying my eyes out so my seat neighbor can move and give me the extra leg room we all know I deserve.
6. Clothes(?)
So I didn't go anywhere today. That sucks. But I did manage to stop by Old Town Alexandria sometime this week (I lose track of the days once summer starts). To personify this quaint slice of the DC metro, I'd paint it as your old grandmother who still holds onto antiques from the tail-end of the 19th century, trinkets, collectibles et al., yet still manages to remain gun-metal, minimalistic chic (stone tub, monochromatic marble...). And the weather was hot, all combinations of "fun in the sun" present.
I also went to Georgetown sometime last week. Being the total tourist-in-disguise that I am, I went to Serendipity Trois (not really french but every little bit helps).
Why would I otherwise go to Montreal?
So I went to orientation sometime this week, and all I can say is it was exactly what I had expected it to be. Rubber flip flops, pencil eyeliner, plastic hairbands, jerseys..yucky yucky yucky. But I am pretty sure underneath all of those bad choices lies decent human beings with a need for Alexander McQueen and Japanese couture. Can I revise an entire school? I'm excited to find out.
As for now, I'm heading back to my list.
I also went to Georgetown sometime last week. Being the total tourist-in-disguise that I am, I went to Serendipity Trois (not really french but every little bit helps).
Here I am with the infamous "Frrrrrozen" Hot Chocolate. It was comme ci comme ca. Could totally make a similar version, though.
To continue on my diabolical (or did I mean diabetic?) rampage, I went to Sprinkles Cupcakes, which can only be deemed as "that new shop competing against our savior, Georgetown Cupcakes-!", even though it was the first American cupcakery.
But to tell you the truth, I think they're a little bit too obsessed with frosting.
Then, I went to the sculpture garden and acted all hipster and shit. Can't you tell that I'm so cool with that confounded expression on my face?
I was under the delusion that I was in Paris...cool neogothic architecture fulfills very much my penchant for everything french.
Why would I otherwise go to Montreal?
So I went to orientation sometime this week, and all I can say is it was exactly what I had expected it to be. Rubber flip flops, pencil eyeliner, plastic hairbands, jerseys..yucky yucky yucky. But I am pretty sure underneath all of those bad choices lies decent human beings with a need for Alexander McQueen and Japanese couture. Can I revise an entire school? I'm excited to find out.
As for now, I'm heading back to my list.
