When my roommate told me she was moving back home to Syracuse to take some personal time after a crazy summer in the city, I knew that the next month would be a trying one. I first attempted to find a replacement roommate – but who wants to live with a stranger? Certainly not me. [read more ...]
As of late, I’ve been living life in a blurred and altered state.
I’ve been mixing and drinking martinis with alarming frequency. I blame this on two external factors:
1. It is the holidays, and my family is visiting.2. I received a book of girlie-girl cocktail recipes as a Christmas gift.
So, anyway, I’ve been poring over [read more ...]
I’m very selective about what cookies I eat.
Oatmeal doesn’t set my heart pounding, nor does a simple sugar, or, as a general rule, chocolate chip.
I will always say yes to a big black and white cookie (known in some circles as a “half moon”), though where my loyalty really lies is with biscotti.
Biscotti was one [read more ...]
I’ve been drinking since I was 17.
My first experience with alcohol occurred in my parents’ basement with my cousin and best friend. It was a Friday or Saturday night, and we were feeling adventurous, so we threw back shots of gin. Five minutes later, we “didn’t feel drunk,” so we repeated the process. [read more ...]
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