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Armin gets sleepy at his first boozy brunch.
I’M IN LOVE.
Meet Armin van Shiba Inu!
Treat your ears right. Listen to Anna’s album!
My personal favorite: “Over Ourselves.”
Our apartment is rarely without a couch-crasher, but this weekend’s guest also happened to be a talented musician - last night we got to see Anna play at the Living Room (after a preview in our actual living room :)
Check her out at annasumusic.com.
I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve neglected my little Tumblr for the past few weeks. But a couple of weekends ago, my study abroad BFF Emma returned from her year abroad in South Africa. Gabi, Brit, and I hopped on the Metro North, and all the girls reconvened from six different states for some good ol’ throwback fun in the ‘burbs of Connecticut.
More and more these days, I’m finding that time is my most precious resource… the older I get, the less I seem to have of it. So I’m really proud that three years after we fell in love on a little island in the Mediterranean, we still find time to get together to Facebook stalk the newly pregnant girls in our program, drink like we’re 19 years old and binge on chocolate croissants.
Lucky Strikes! Bowling! My favorite “sport.”
Best post-brunch weekend activity: Puppy shopping. !!
What’s that? DOOR ACCESS?!
Yesterday we had this season’s first beers on the roof after work, which I shall coin BOTRAW from here on out. It might only be 50 degrees, but that’s warm enough for some so-over-winter New Yorkers to enjoy the great outdoors.
After we gifted him a nice bottle of scotch during the holidays, our super decided he liked us enough to give us the roof key, so our days of climbing out Bobby’s room’s guillotine window and up the fire escape have come to an end. Level up!
Next, we’re figuring out how to get a tent up there. And maybe a kiddie pool.
Saturday breakfast at the Superlounge: A two hour affair… possibly followed by heart attacks.
Esther brought us Baked by Melissa mini-cupcakes as a thank-you for hosting her this weekend! (Weekend visitors always means a apartment full of sweets with nobody to eat ‘em but me.)
Anonymous asked: Wanted to ask you about that tattoo you got, I'm getting one similar soon. It's very similar to the family symbol of one of the people who raised me. I've been attempting to get a design right for a few years now. Was it a lotus? Or just a leaf? Curious, for sentimental reasons.
My tattoo is a tiny lotus on my back. I drew the actual design (if you could call it that) by hand on the spot at the tattoo parlor, but I’d been playing with the idea of it for years.
Here’s the full story, including the actual sketch that I ended up using. (My friend Emma actually got the exact same one a couple of years later - we’re tattoo twins!)
![WHAT IS THIS
thedailywhat:
Marketing Campaign of the Day: Hot on the heels of McCain’s baked-potato-scented bus stop ads, UK cake maker Mr Kipling has launched an outdoor campaign that takes the appetite-whetting theme to its logical conclusion by dispensing free cake.
That’s right: To promote the company’s new “on the go” cake packaging, London-based creative agency101 and media agency Starcom have teamed up to install 19 free-cake-vending posters at select bus shelters throughout the city.
At least one of the posters will also release a distinct “cake smell,” guaranteeing that public transportation will be that much more of a living hell for people who are watching their weight.
[adage.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0y327Jh461qzpwi0o1_1280.jpg)
WHAT IS THIS
Marketing Campaign of the Day: Hot on the heels of McCain’s baked-potato-scented bus stop ads, UK cake maker Mr Kipling has launched an outdoor campaign that takes the appetite-whetting theme to its logical conclusion by dispensing free cake.
That’s right: To promote the company’s new “on the go” cake packaging, London-based creative agency101 and media agency Starcom have teamed up to install 19 free-cake-vending posters at select bus shelters throughout the city.
At least one of the posters will also release a distinct “cake smell,” guaranteeing that public transportation will be that much more of a living hell for people who are watching their weight.
[adage.]
