Yes, we’re having a heatwave. No, not a tropical heatwave. An URBAN heatwave, which, in case you’re wondering, is the worst kind of heatwave. We love when friends and families come see us in our respective homes. Unfortunately, we cannot tell a lie. June through August in NYC and DC are not the ideal months to visit. Both citites are sweltering. Public transit is full of sweaty, stinky people. And despite it all, tourist numbers are way up, making everyone agitated and confused. Though we like to focus our summers on beach vacations vs. city exploration, we’re no strangers to…

Happy Monday, travelers! We hope everyone had adventurous, fun-filled weekends, no matter where you were. On Weekend 3 of the Month of Me, I had big hopes for a fun yet responsible weekend in DC, and I think I accomplished just that. A little outdoor sporting activity, some cultural and art education, and a couple alcoholic rewards for my efforts. Outdoor drinks at Top Golf Budweiser Beer Bucket. My favorite.  American Art Museum George Washington Carver, the inventor of peanut butter. Whaaaa! The dude. How I ended up here, I’m not sure. Video Game Art. Or something.  American Art Museum, Luce Foundation Center…

As it’s officially Day 7 of the Month of Me, I thought I’d share with you the highs and lows of my brilliant brainchild thus far. The highs, to date, include: Days in the gym: 4 Pounds lost: 3.2 Cookies consumed: infinity These statistics may seem counterintuitive, but let’s remember: while I pledged to work harder at the gym, I also pledged to indulge. Which means, I can eat all the cookies I want, as long as I make it to the gym. Am I right? That doesn’t mean my first week was all roses. What I’m struggling with the…

Sometimes, you have to hit the bottom before you can make it to the top. That’s the saying, right? Let’s just call that the theme of this past month. I meaaan, in all honesty, it’s not like April was the worst of times. Generally speaking, I’m pretty content with my life. I can pay my bills, I enjoy the flexibility and surprises that come along with babysitting, and I try to have fun a good amount of the time. I’m thinking that maybe it was the rain and cold that settled in at the end of April, but I caught…

French women: we love to hate them. Effortlessly chic, undeniably cool, and always skinny. When I decided to study abroad in Paris, I thought it was the perfect segue into womanhood. Go away as a slightly rumpled, standard American college girl; come home sleek, chic, and très petite. With a cigarette in hand, of course. Two years later, when I decided to move to Ireland, I dreaded the inevitable pounds that were sure to creep up in the land of Guinness and potatoes. True fact: In Paris, I gained 10 lbs. Ok, closer to 12. In Dublin, I lost 10. Figure that one out,…