a birthday for the books

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The 24th one.  A day of hugs and smiles and warm wishes and tea.  After work I skipped my workout (BOOM- BIRTHDAY SWAG), showered and actually put on normal human clothes.  And red lipstick- on a Thursday.  I know.

I took myself down to Dave’s on South Main, where the wide windows were nearly opaque with steam from the inside and cold February wind from the outside.  They seemed wholly unsure of whether to freeze or sweat.  From where I stood, awaiting my matcha-latte-with-almond-milk-to-go, the escaped vapor of coffee beans turned to beverages ran down the windows like wax down the sides of a burning candle.  Happy Birthday to me.

I walked myself (briskly with the setting sun) up to Benefit Street and right into the peaceful Providence Athenaeum.  The historic library is one of the most breathtaking in Rhode Island, if not the entire country.  I sat myself in one of their windsor chairs, reminiscent of my childhood in an 18th century home, pulled The Intimate Journal of George Sand from the shelf and began writing in a brand new journal of my own.  (Happy Birthday to meeeee.)

When the Athenaeum closed and I returned to the east side, my favorite cousin M was awaiting with a bevy of glorious gifts- including a cheese-cake consisting of my favorites: brie, smoked gouda, and a cute, stinky, delicious little round one to make up the top tier.  We lit the beeswax candles (dang, isn’t she cute?) and I made a wish before blowing them out.  A cake of cheese was all I truly wanted for my birthday.  Apparently it took me 24 years to figure this out.  #wisdom

Friends filtered in one by one, all of them bringing presents with their presence (see what I did there?) and showering me with all of it quite righteously.  We sipped Cliquot, nibbled cheese and I unwrapped and unwrapped, giddy as, well, a birthday girl.  We headed out into the cold night under a slivered moon, which resembled- with almost eerie similarity- the very earrings decorating me, the ones A had just gifted me with.  Birthday magic.  Next it was off to The Grange (of course) to meet with even more friends and drink a flaming cocktail.  Yes, the drink was on fire.  Yes, it was cool.  There were also brussel sprouts and pomme frites and potato croquettes.  There was joking and cheers-ing and merriment all around.  It was birthday with, for, but certainly not by the books, and I’d like to do it all again next week, pleaseandthankyou.

a day in providence

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    Despite a modest 20-square-mile area, the city of Providence is so packed with destinations worth exploring, 24 hours does not come close to lending a sufficient amount of time to do, see, and taste it all.  It does, however, provide just enough time to be charmed beyond recovery.  Full disclosure: You may fall in love with this little city.  Consider yourself warned.

I also find it necessary to alert you to the fact that, Providence being the foodie mecca it is, you will be consuming an absurd amount of food during your (hypothetical) 24 hours here.  In fact, your visit to Providence will revolve mostly around incredibly delicious, alternatively prepared, farm fresh and locally-sourced food, in an extremely abundant supply.  So loosen your belt buckle a notch or two, and let’s dig in.

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night lights

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Night explorations have been top shelf, as of late.  Some of my favorite spots…

My backyard for rosé and s’mores. (and cheese)

The Grange for drinks and tapas. (re: more cheese)

Ogie’s for hot toddies and mayoral sightings.

The Rooftop at G Pub to see the top of the city up close.

Prospect Park to see the top of the city for afar.

a girly weekend

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It was a very girly-girl weekend here in Providence.  Our friend, Emilee, was in town from NYC for a few days, and boy did we take advantage!  We made a trip to Newport to check out the nightlife, brunched at The Beehive in Bristol (one of my all-time FAVORITES) as well as The Grange on Providence’s west end (next time we’re going back for those make-your-own mimosas!), spent Sunday afternoon picking apples at Sweet berry Farm in Middletown, then capped off the weekend with a picnic in Prospect Park.  Emilee is quickly becoming one of our favorite guests to host; She always knows how to make us laugh until we’re crying, and having a fun-loving, non-New-Englander friend in tow creates the perfect opportunity to indulge in those lovely seasonal activities we may have otherwise overlooked.  Rhode Island is home to some wonderful hidden gems.  Staycations are underrated.  Stay tuned for more…