The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Texas!
Along the River Walk
Remember the Alamo…an impossible feat when no photos are allowed inside.
These boots were made for walkin’!
More from Cavenders
When in Texas…
Texas Trash fitting room wallpaper
Hooker with a heart of…cardboard (seen in Texas Trash Clothing Exchange)
This red sculpture is a touch of friendship
San Ferdando Church
I’m bringing sexy back!
Alamo at night (what are you doing in that pose, arms?!)
Oh, Portland. The rumors I’ve been hearing about you for years are true, you are quite weird. And I love you for it! What’s weirder than centering vacation plans around food? As soon as we arrived in Portland, the first order of business was to queue up with other tourists for a doughnut or two at Voodoo.
Not just your run of the mill doughnut. No sir, these doughnuts are topped with cereal and stuck with pretzel sticks and some of them have dirty names. I’m looking at you, triple chocolate penetration!
A huge vegan cock-n-balls doughnut filled with Bavarian cream will set you back $3.25.
Sorry pervs, no scandalous pics of me eating it. But check out this equally phallic concoction I baked once upon a time.
Where did we go next on our culinary tour of Rip City, you ask. We ate Dick’s of course!
Keep Portland Weird…and delicious!
On my quest to sample vegan delicacies from across the country, I made sure that my trip to California included a stop at Gracias Madre, a vegan Mexican (vegican?) restaurant with locations in West Hollywood and San Francisco.
Full bar for quenching thirst.
Large, sunny patio for soaking up the California sunshine.
A trio of veggie tacos with cashew cream and black beans.
Dios mio! This dessert is the best dessert I’ve had in my life! Chocolate fudge and black bean brownie (you don’t taste the beans, I swear) with a dollop of vegan ice cream, bathed in caramel sauce with rafts of toasted coconut. It covered all aspects of the flavor profile, warm and cold, salty and sweet. I could write poems about this dessert!
I would love to show you Friday night’s dinner from M.A.K.E., a vegan restaurant in Santa Monica, but we had to leave because the meter was running and we couldn’t wait any longer for our food to arrive. For a raw food restaurant, I never understand why food takes so long to get out of the kitchen. No one has to cook anything! We had to grab dinner across the way at the Curious Palate.
M.A.K.E. made me sad as I can’t show off any pics of their food.
That moment when you look around the city you’ve lived in for the past decade and are met with the startling realization that the friends you stayed for have slowly vanished. They’ve disappeared into the folds of husbands, kids, careers. You’ve been replaced by new friends they can create new laughable memories with.
That moment when you wake up and think about how the morning looks exactly like the one you woke up to yesterday. Begrudinglgy into middle age, you realize that everything in life is important and nothing in life is important.
That moment when you keep to yourself the sordid details of fucking a guy at an L.A. club because you don’t want to make these friends you never see jealous. Them with their tethers of potty training, work deadlines, dance recitals and meddling in-laws.
That moment when you see in black and white how much June 2014 looked a lot like June 2006. You’d wish on every birthday candle to take back all thirty two Junes and start over.
That moment when you have to buy generic plan B because it’s $10 cheaper and wonder if the San Francisco Walgreens cashier thinks a lesbian has no business buying it. Your mother isn’t saying it, but she’s thinking that your hair is way too short for any single thirty something woman needing to meet a man to give her grandchildren.
That moment when you feel pangs of sadness that not only are you not getting any younger, but neither is your grandbaby-hungry mother.
That moment when you wonder if this year will be the year that your father requests the phone from your mother to wish you a happy birthday. He doesn’t want to ruin his perfect track record.
That moment when you think about every person in your life having an invisible expiration date, yourself included. Your legacy has got to more than clock punching and credit card debt.
That moment when your best friend asks you the one question he knows you hate getting asked. You chalk it up to to loose lips from too much booze at dinner because he’s your only friend and you can’t afford to lose him. Not when he’s moving soon.
That moment when you make plans for your next vacation before completely unpacking from the last one. Once home, all you want to do is escape.
That moment when you get goosebumps about Love’s arrival within the next year. A pyschic revealed a deep, lasting love that will produce three or four kids. It’s gonna be tough, but it’s gonna be worth it. Your heart will know fullness.
That moment when you can no longer differentiate between non-fiction and fiction as the stories you’ve read and the dreams you dream bleed into each other against the canvas of ordinary life.
Friends and Internet strangers, your birthday gift to me this year is a giant package.
Any one will do really.
A million thanks,
Luna’s, Charlotte’s only raw vegan eatery, recently expanded to a bigger location. And their new space, steps from their former location, is beautiful!
The evening sun spilling into the restaurant made everything glow.
Don’t you want to live in this slice of sunshine?
Raw lemon raspberry cheesecake
This song on repeat. All day.
Remember that one time you were hopelessly in love with a douchebag?, my friend of nearly a decade asks me one day when we meet for lunch at an uptown venue. She asks because she saw him and his kid at her workplace. I don’t need to know this as I don’t care to be reminded of how foolish I was. That girl was crazy in love, like cut her own hair crazy, drive to the beach and back in a day crazy, show up to his work to surprise him with birthday balloons crazy.
That girl has long wised up. She now leaves the hair care to the budding professionals at the Aveda Institute. She doesn’t go to the beach because she already has a lot of mileage on her car. She doesn’t make anymore grand gestures.
She leaves her heart in the garage, much like the older couple down the street who own a vintage car that sits in their garage. The sleek fire engine red exterior no more meets the sunshine.
A Love Letter from The Love you Haven’t Met Yet
Dear Future Love of My Life:
I know. I should have written before. Forgive me. But I got the feeling that you were beginning to think I didn’t exist. But I do. And I wanted to let you know that while I might be as elusive as a unicorn grazing in a field of four leaf clovers, I’m close. I’m around the corner, down the street, on Facebook, in your office, at our local coffee shop, a complete stranger. I made eyes at you once on the subway. I saw you across the room at a party. I swiped you right on Tinder. But it’s not our time yet. And I know you’re wondering why.
It’s really not fair that you’ve had to wait this long, or go on blind dates, endure bad sex, settle for meh relationships, feel misunderstood, cry from loneliness, wrap your arms around a pillow as you fall asleep at night. I’m so sorry, my love. You deserve an explanation. So here it goes. It’s taken me a long time to even admit this to myself much less to you, so please know that everything I’ve written here is true.
The reasons we haven’t met yet, in no particular order:
1. I haven’t thrown out the list of things I think you should be.
2. I’m with the wrong person right now.
3. I’m not ready to be loved unconditionally.
4. Since my life isn’t together, I think you’ll reject me.
5. I still believe that drama is a show of love.
6. I’ve been intentionally keeping my head too busy to think with my heart.
7. I need to date more to understand what I do and don’t like.
8. I won’t be able to appreciate you until life has kicked my ass.
9. I’m too focused on my own needs.
10. I don’t know how to create the feeling of home that lives in my heart.
Clearly, I’m not my best self yet. Or even myself—I’m still figuring out who that is. I’m pretty sure even if we did meet, you wouldn’t like me all that much right now. It’s entirely possible that we did hit it off once, and I left without getting your information; or maybe I did get your number and never called because of any one of the above reasons.
Be patient with me, darling heart. Know that I’m working my way toward you. So don’t spend any more time thinking about where I am or am not. Just keep making your life exciting and full, so when we do finally come together, we can bring each other joy, because we are already happy.
I know it’s taking longer than you’d like. It’s a hell of a lot slower than I could have ever imagined. But I’m here. This is me talking to you. And I’m not going anywhere.
Don’t give up on me.
The Love You Haven’t Met Yet
To know me is to love me and to love me is to love my dog.
Ray “of sunshine” LaMontagne has been selected as one of three finalists for the title of Top Dog at this year’s Bark in the Park Festival.
You can cast your vote here (as many times as you’d like.)
Thanks so much, dear readers!
Love and kibble,
With plans to see ghosts at 7:30, Ghost: the musical that is, we had to get ourselves to dinner by 5:00. Hey, let’s go try that new restaurant we can see from work! Hello Fahrenheit, new kid on the block from Cleveland chef Rocco Whalen.
Check out this incredible view from 21 stories up!
Here’s a look at other patrons dining at 5 on a Tuesday night:
A peek into the kitchen. (0ne of the perks of early bird dining is the speed at which your meal comes out of the kitchen.)
No fret though, the place fills up the later the hour. There was a growing crowd of young professionals at the bar, fresh from work and unwinding from a grueling day at the office they can probably still see from their seat at the bar.
Now for the meal! Small plates of vegetables to start, like the beet salad and crispy cauliflower, regrettably not pictured. A refreshing kale salad.
The mashed sweet potatoes that serve as a bed for the coffee and mustard crusted porkchop could substitute for candy so sweet and delicious they are.
After the spectacular views, the second favorite thing about my evening was the dessert, a chef’s choice milkshake for only $5! The milkshake du jour was a tres leche milkshake. So sweet with a kiss of coconut flakes as garnish. (Ain’t no shame in humming Missy Elliot while sipping.)
See that open flame on the balcony? I bet Chef Rocco would make a killing if he added smores to his dessert menu!
It was a lovely evening and if there was only one thing I could complain about, it would be the burlap squares they use for napkins. So rough they are to my delicate visage!
After dinner, make time for photo opps and take your supermodel pose to new heights!
I’m already looking forward to my next visit and cooling off with a milkshake as my apres work drink at Charlotte’s hottest new eatery!