My Parking Lot

This is a photo of where I keep my ride. :) It is a breathtaking view that I see every other Sunday evening, as I take the metro home after my trip to Pensacola. Unfortunately, I have relatively sad feelings associated with this view, because it means I'm going home. I would have excited, anxious feelings about the picture if it were daylight. However, that picture will never exist because I only view it when I'm rushing off the metro and into the airport to catch my ride...no time to stop for photos!!

Moving Day!!!

Sunshine hard at work...

Just kiddin'. She was just taking a breather...

motorcycling, chronicle of a self-portrait

Chris's boat has been broken [resisting every urge to use the Pensacola grammar of saying that it's "broke"], so we have been "reduced" to playing with his other toy:


Here are a couple of self-portraits (apparently I can only get one whole head in the shot at a time):




We rode to Cobalt's, a cute spot where you can pull up your boat and dine (if yours isn't broke). Chris's turn to take a self-portrait. We turned the flash off (it was no good), but Chris couldn't tell if the camera was taking pictures. Please note his increasingly confused look as he continues to press the button over and over again:

Baltimore Volleyball

OK, so maybe I kind of have one other place I call "home." Here are a couple of bad pictures from my phone (that I adore :) of my Baltimore crew playing beach volleyball at the Inner Harbor. The slanted building that looks like it's affixed to the light pole is the Baltimore aquarium, for a reference point.




I really suck but everyone on the team pretends like they don't notice.

Sandestin Wine Festival

After an ENTIRE day of tasting approximately 30 - 40 wines at the Sandestin Wine Festival this past April, and with the aid of a self-timer on the camera, Chris and I were somehow able to manage this shot:



I know it's old hat by now since I have it as my Facebook profile picture, but I think it's my absolute most favorite picture of Chris and me so far. Here's a picture of me at the actual festival:


Please note that the number "83" behind my head is NOT a random number. It is indeed the 83rd consecutive table serving tastes of SEVERAL wines. In two whole entire days, I think Chris and I did a pretty good job of visiting approximately 75% of the tables, which was no small feat. Thank goodness for the tram...

Bethesda ritual (I did say it's a ritual, didn't I?)

Yet another Bethesda adwenture. At Mon Ami Gabi, Jaims and I ordered flourless chocolate cake to split (no longer on the menu, but they'll make it upon request- it is SO YUM). THIS is what we received:



That's right. Ok, well, the martinis came separately. But what we DID get was the requested chocolate cake (front left), a scoop of vanilla ice cream which complemented the flourless cake so magnificently, warm berry crisp (front right-the bartender proclaimed it a new item on the menu and needed a guinea pig), and their classic profiterole. Clearly it was all just awful:



(Sorry for the lack of flash) I don't know if I can go back there. Obviously not because the dessert spread was anything less than amazing, but more because I am still in a coma from the massive amounts of sugar I consumed. I freaking love that place. Whatever you do, do NOT pass up the French Martini. Holy perfection batman. Oh, and their wine list is nothing to scoff at either.

Bethesda ritual

After living in Bethesda for about a year and a half, my girl Jaime and I have taken the town by storm one happy hour at a time. We've visited as many spots as possible, talking up bartenders in an effort to find a few places to call home. Jaims is truly amazing at convincing bartenders that it is in their best interest to provide us with free drinks and snacks...I just can't describe this gift that she has, you have to witness it yourself. This one particular time, after only being at Visions for about 10 minutes, Jaime had arranged with the bartender for a full-on red wine tasting for us. This is her in action (taking a short break for an iPhone photo op). I love it. :)

A snapshot of Pensacola

Over the past couple of years Chris and I have developed a love for playing with this paddleball set at the beach...I think it is more popular on the Eastern shore...around the MD/NJ area. We would just paddle around on the beach, and challenge ourselves by seeing how many times we can hit it without the ball touching the ground, and then by getting farther and farther away from each other until I felt like we are playing each other from different states. THEN- we decided to come up with rules, including creating a "court" with boundaries. It's a combination of tennis and volleyball: you have to hit the ball into the other's court in one hit, the ball can't touch the ground, if the ball hits the "line," it's fair. We are ADDICTED. Flips of the wrist that land the ball 1 inch over the center line are the bain of my existence. I am no longer afraid of diving headfirst into the sand...all in the name of a tiny rubber ball. I spend HOURS of my time in Pensacola looking at this:

Hello world!!

And so it begins. Here are my two homes: Bethesda, MD and Pensacola, FL.


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