Christmas is…

Well, first of all, Christmas is over. It’s bittersweet—sadness that it’s over, yet also relief. Because let’s be real, Christmas isn’t just one day. In actuality, it’s a whole month of celebrating.

Christmas is… Friendsgiving.

My Christmas started at the beginning of the month for us with our annual Friendsgiving/Christmas dinner with my college friends, which consists of lots of delicious food, ugly Christmas sweaters (see below) and a fun little game of Rob Your Neighbor, which can get quite ruthless with my friends. We also played a fun new game Tyler found called Utter Nonsense, which is like Cards Against Humanity but you have to use accents, it’s hilarious! Also, I discovered to my dismay that I’m terrible at accents.

Christmas is… holiday concerts.

The next day I attended my little sister Seika’s first show choir concert at her new school, Villa Duchesne. They may only be teenagers, but man those Villa girls can sing.

The following weekend Tyler and I went to the For King and Country/Casting Crowns Christmas concert at Scottrade with his family. We went to Hi-Pointe Drive-In where I had this delicious monstrosity:

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Photo credit: @hipointedrivein Instagram account

Dubbed the “FRYsco Melt,” a double cheeseburger topped with spicy fries, 1000 island sauce and American and Swiss cheese. No, I did not have a heart attack while eating it but I think I died and went to heaven.

Unfortunately, traffic on the way to the concert was horrendous and parking was even worse so we ended up missing the first half of the concert, which happened to be For King and County’s segment and the whole reason we wanted to go to the concert in the first place. We were bummed, but we had never seen Casting Crowns in concert before and they were pretty good.

Our last holiday concert was the St. Louis Symphony’s John Williams Tribute at one of my favorite and most beautiful St. Louis concert venues, Powell Hall.

Yes, there were Star Wars characters in attendance. Yes, they played the Star Wars theme song and it was awesome.

Christmas is… much-needed girl time.

The holidays continued throughout the month with three girls-only events in one week… it was amazing! First up was my annual wrap party with my Hallmark girls, a tradition we started six years ago and I’m so glad we’ve continued to do it every year!


Haha sorry Erin but this is the only picture I took from our wrap party! It was a success, shown by my preggo friend Erin relaxing and snacking on some white cheddar popcorn, a wrap party must-have every year!

The girls week continued with a happy hour with my former ACS co-workers at my favorite—Mission Taco, followed by a chill girls night with my college friends. We were going to be super festive/adorable and make Christmas ornaments… but we decided to just relax and order pizza instead. It was PERFECT.

Christmas is… no time for the gym.

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This was also around the time my diet and exercise routine flew out the window. No joke, until last night, the last time I had actually ran and worked out at the gym was Dec. 13.

I went once last week and all I had the energy for was the elliptical, no weights or running. I’ve somehow managed to keep off the weight I’ve lost over the past two months though, so I’m pretty excited about that. We are planning to go to Louisville this weekend for New Year’s though, which means lots of beer, bourbon and hopefully good food so we’ll see where I’m at after that.

Christmas is… stout season.

The weekend before Christmas was all about beer. Our friends Zach and Anna, who are actually heading to the frozen tundra of New Hampshire this week, were in town so we had a jam-packed weekend full of delicious beer planned with them. Saturday was Nightmare Before Christmas, an annual event at iTap featuring “big and scary beers” AKA dark, boozy stout beers full of flavor.

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Because sometimes you gotta wear your sunglasses inside a bar.

They had special tappings of CBS and Vanilla Abraxas (my favorite of the day), and quite the selection, including my second favorite of the day, Parabajava.

Afterwards we went to Shake Shack for the first time, which was totally worth the hype and the wait. I got a single Shake Shack burger and I regretted not getting a shake, but I got to try some of Tyler’s coffee shake and it was quite tasty.

Pro tip: If you don’t feel like waiting for a table to open up (the place is busy 24/7), get your food to go and walk down to the iTap in CWE. You can also download their app and order your food ahead of time!

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The next day we had all planned on going to 4 Hands for their release of Volume 1, Bona Fide and BA Bona Fide. Our friends ended up bailing on us, but Tyler still wanted to go so I bucked up and braved the cold (wasn’t too bad that day) and waiting in line with him for an hour and a half. We regret nothing.

Afterwards we met our friends Zach and Anna for even more beer (and food) at Cugino’s. Then we decided to go to our third iTap of the weekend, the one in Chesterfield this time, for the tapping of Zach’s award-winning home brew, Galaxy Gravy, before seeing the new Star Wars movie for the first time. I don’t care what anyone says, I thought it was great. Were there some flaws? Yes. Was it still entertaining? Yes.

Christmas is… eating LOTS of good food.

I’ve already mentioned lots of yummy food in this post, but by far our best meal this month was at Reed’s American Table. We went for the first time a month ago for my friend’s birthday, and we all loved it so much we decided to do it again for a Christmas get together.

The first time I went we all shared an immaculate spread of cheese, Tyler and split the brussel sprouts, and I had the fried octopus for my main entree, complete with chorizo and garbanzo beans. The second time we repeated the first two steps again, but this time I got a strip steak with fingerling potatoes and a creamed spinach. Both times were phenomenal, and both times I wondered if the brussel sprouts were indeed laced with crack because they were so damn good.

From left to right: Tyler’s fancy Busch beer at Reed’s, my friend Lauren adorning an ornament she pulled off a wreath behind us at Boogaloo, a delicious Manhattan my friend Mook made for us at his house in Maplewood before dinner.

Our friend Lauren also made these adorable ornaments for us, a bear for Tyler and an owl for me with our names and the year on the back:


It was so adorable! That talented lady/artist/fashionista friend of mine is also making me not one, but TWO DRESSES for our trip to Louisville this weekend! I had originally asked her to make me this dress for New Year’s Eve, since I have never actually been out for NYE EVER IN MY LIFE, I wanted to wear something fancy:


And not only is she making that beautiful dress for me, but she just texted me today saying she is also going to make me one with a red and black buffalo plaid print on it, because she figured I could use another outfit for Kentucky. (!!!) I love having talented friends!

Christmas is… sadness, too.

As much as I love sharing all the joy and happiness of Christmas, I’d be remiss if I did not mention the sadness that comes with it for me. Dec. 20 marked six years since my dad passed away.

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That might not seem like a long time, but in that time I’ve gotten married, bought a new house and changed my job twice, while my sister has been even busier and graduated college, got married, bought a house and had her first daughter.

That’s a lot of major milestones in our lives he’s missed, and it’s why with every happy moment I have, there’s always a trace of sadness that comes with it because I know my dad doesn’t get to be a part of it.

This year has been particularly hard because Tyler’s uncle Jimmie, who was the pastor of our wedding, is also battling cancer, and it is all too familiar. He retired this year after pastoring his church for 19 years, and while I only got to hear a few of his sermons, I knew God had given him a gift.


We attended the Christmas Eve service at Jimmie’s church with him and other members of Tyler’s family, and as we sat in the last pew in the back of the church, I kept staring out the window at the beautiful snow falling on the ground, coming down in big, fluffy flakes. It was all I could do to not burst into tears right then and there.

And if I told you I was brave and didn’t shed any tears, I would be a liar.

Any and all prayers/good vibes/positive thoughts for Jimmie and his family would be much appreciated at this time.

Christmas is… Festivus for the rest of us.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that in the past six years since my dad has passed away, my dad’s side of the family has gotten together twice on Festivus, which, if you don’t know what that is, watch this. It couldn’t be more fitting for our family, though. With this sarcastic bunch, the “airing of grievances” part of Festivus comes very naturally to most of us. But all jokes aside, it’s amazing to see how much our small little family, which used to consist of just seven people, including my sister and I, our dad, my cousins, aunt and grandma, to now nearly triple that number, and how it continues to grow every year.

From left to right: Tyler’s secret Santa did well with his new Star Wars toys (that went to his office); my sister enacting her best RBF (a family trait); my cousin Rachel holding the newest member of our family, little Dawson, and simultaneously yelling at my dog while her other son hides in the corner from a family photo. Unfortunately, these are the only pics I took of the Taylor Family Christmas, but don’t worry, my cousin took some professional group shots. 🙂

Christmas is… being with friends and family.

After my family’s Christmas, I went to my friend Andy’s house in Soulard to see his sister and one of my old college pals, Mallory, and her husband Matt who were in town from Albuquerque. Another one of my favorite things about the holidays: Getting to see friends who are in from out of town! It was so great catching up with her, and tonight I get to see my friend Mark and his wife Jade who are in town from Seattle!

And, as I mentioned before, our friends Zach and Anna are our soon-to-be newest out-of-town friends, since they are heading to New Hampshire for the next stint in Anna’s traveling nurse gig. They spent the last six months in Springfield, Mo., which was close so we still got to see them quite a bit. But New Hampshire is a bit farther away, so we might not get to see them as much anymore. They were in town one last time for Christmas before heading out, so we invited them over on Christmas Eve, after we went and saw Star Wars for the second time for our annual Christmas Eve movie with Tyler’s family—and yes, it was still awesome the second time.

Tyler and I also decided to open our gifts to each other, since we typically go over to his mom’s first thing Christmas morning. He got me a new pair of riding boots that I have not stopped wearing since it’s so dang cold out, another pair of adorable gray booties, plus some sweaters from Banana Republic… he does such a great job of picking out gifts for me, especially when it comes to clothes! I’m one lucky gal.

I got him some BCS glasses made out of some of his BCS bottles, which were specially made by new favorite company, Twinkle Brews. It was his idea, I just surprised him by following through with it. I also got one of his Madagascar bottles turned into a delicious smelling candle, which is Twinkle Brews’ specialty. The owner, Mollie, who is awesome, posted the photo of the glasses she made for me, saying how she wanted to keep them for herself:

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Photo credit: @twinklebrews on Instagram


It wouldn’t be Christmas without some BCS, right? Drinking my favorite variant yet, Northwoods, which has an amazing blueberry flavor. We shared this with Zach and Anna along with some other delicious beers on Christmas Eve!

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Post-present opening and pre-beer drinking on Christmas Eve, and my favorite place to be in the winter: On the couch, by the fireplace, snuggling with my hubby and all my furbabies!


Barely pictured: Little fluffball’s forehead on our way to Christmas morning with Tyler’s family.


The adorable Christmas ornament Tyler’s mom got us that made me cry because of the baby penguin that is Penny-sized!


Tyler’s adorable Grandpa Bill with our adorable fluff ball Penny! She loved him!


Christmas at my mom’s: My mom holding up a bunch of scarves I tried to give away to her and my sisters… clearly I had too many!


Seika playing with the new (my old) camera my mom and I gave her for Christmas, and boys on their phones.


She’ll be a pro in no time!

Above all else, Christmas is… about Jesus, duh!

How could I have a whole post about Christmas and not mention the reason for the season, our Lord and Savior, the one I lean on the most to get me through the stress and sadness of the holidays, and the one who lifts me up to remember the joy and happiness of Christmas, the birthday boy himself: JESUS! Thank you Lord for all of my blessings, to remind myself the reason I’m “stressed” is because I have so many amazing friends and family in my life to share my time with, and for giving us all the gift of you.


And that’s a wrap on my month of Christmas festivities! We’re ending the year with a bang… I can’t wait for our trip to Louisville this weekend with our cousins for my first time on the bourbon trail! I also kind of can’t wait for my social life to calm down a little bit in January. 🙂 Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!


Me, too. But what about him?

Me, too. Two small, little words. Most of the time, it’s in response to a simple statement, such as, “I like mac ‘n cheese.” But about a month ago, those two words took on a whole new meaning. Until I looked it up, I actually didn’t even know how it started. All I know is I saw a friend post the following status on Facebook:

Me, too.

Suggested by a friend: If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote “Me, too,” as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.

So, I shared it. I will not, and may never, get into why I posted those two small, little words on my Facebook page that day, along with the thousands of other brave women who did. You may think less of me, or think I’m weak for saying that, but I know that posting that Facebook status was enough for me. I didn’t realize then the effect sharing those two small, little words would have on me, and the world. And maybe I don’t ever need to explain “why.” Maybe saying “me, too,” was enough, maybe it isn’t. All I know is that was hard for me to do, but after seeing several girlfriends of mine post it, too—it gave me courage. And hopefully it did the same for others.

Turns out, actress Alyssa Milano started this powerful women’s movement in response to the news of Harvey Weinstein’s sexual “misconduct.” Maybe the rest of you already knew that. I didn’t until I looked it up today. I didn’t really need to look it up though, I had already seen enough of my friends post about it.

Update (12/1/17): Thanks to a couple of people who have enlightened me, I found out the person who really start the #MeToo movement was a black female activist over 10 years ago

“Misconduct.” Another small word that doesn’t seem to accurately describe its intent. When I typed it in to Google, the definition says “unacceptable or improper behavior.” “Improper.” Is that the word you would use to describe a man forcing a woman to look at his genitals, or forcing her to sleep with him in order to “make her way to the top?” There’s got to be a more powerful word to describe what these “men” are getting away with.

Kevin Spacey. Louis C.K. Al Franken. Matt Lauer. Russell Simmons. Actors, comedians, politicians, news casters and music producers. The list keeps growing every day, and all I can think with every new allegation is, ‘Him, too?’

When I heard Louis C.K. made “the list,” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Isn’t it funny how you think you “know” a celebrity, just because of the characters they play on TV and in the movies? Maybe we think comedians are different because when they are performing we think they are just being themselves. And maybe they are, but I think many of them create a comedic persona or an alter ego, perhaps.

I thought Louis C.K. was one of the “real” guys. I loved his show on FX, Louie. I subscribed to his email list. I saw him live at the Fox in St. Louis, and it was one of the best live comedy shows I’ve ever seen. To say I was disappointed when I heard he had been accused of “sexual misconduct,” too, would be an understatement. I couldn’t even bare to read the full story. Today, I finally did. And it didn’t “break my heart.” It didn’t just “upset” me. I am outraged. And what is worse than the five reported cases of his “sexual misconduct,” was his response to the allegations.

Don’t let him trick you like he did me. The first time I read it, I thought, ‘Well, at least he feels sorry for his actions and now he has to reap what he’s sowed.’ Then I got home and talked to Tyler about it, God I love that man, and he pointed out that Louis C.K. never actually apologized for what he did in his statement.

So I reread it, and sure enough, his “attempt” at an apology, which I would consider piss-poor at best, was saying he was “irresponsible,” and that he is “remorseful for his actions.” He also goes on to say, “There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for.” Do you think we care whether or not you forgive yourself? The more I read it, the more I realized how full of himself he is, and how not sorry he really is.

I think this was the worst part of all:

“I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it.”

Could you be any more full of yourself?!

His statement is just that: a statement of facts. He simply admits the stories are true. Not once does he actually apologize to the women, or anyone, for his actions. He merely explains how he feels and how he can’t fathom the “scope of hurt” he brought on these women. No shit. You will never be able to understand it until you’ve been on the reverse side of that situation.

His best attempt at an apology is when he says he “deeply regrets” the negative attention he’s brought upon his freakin’ manager, a man, who probably knew what was going on anyway. He admits he’s “brought anguish and hardship” as well as pain to everyone around him, but does he ever actually apologize for any of his actions? NO. Instead, he ends with this:

“I have spent my long and lucky career talking and saying anything I want. I will now step back and take a long time to listen. Thank you for reading.”

I hope he does more than “listen” and I hope he actually apologized to all those women he did those unspeakable acts to.

Tyler and I played a (terrible) game the other day of who we would hate to see make it on that infamous list. He said Jimmy Fallon. I said Justin Timberlake. Then I thought about it. I have hated hearing about every single case that has been brought to light. I hate that we are probably only just beginning to scratch the surface. I hate that it has taken this long for all of these women to feel empowered enough to come out against these monsters who call themselves “men.”

I hate that their apologies, or lack thereof, are not, and will never be enough. I hate that Al Franken thinks that all he needs to do is be “more conscious when in these circumstances.” What circumstances?! Is a “circumstance” considered simply sitting next to a woman on a plane? Do “circumstances” consist of working alongside women in a professional environment?

This video kind of sums up all of the recent allegations and the disgusting responses and lack of apologies that came with them.

Reading writer Jenny Lumet’s account of Russell Simmons assault on her is haunting and chilling. As she quotes Simmons at the very beginning of her story, “I have never committed any acts of aggression or violence in my life. I would never knowingly cause fear or harm to anyone.”

Maybe he didn’t. But does that matter? What matters is he took advantage of a woman who thought she did not have the power to stop what was happening. A woman who didn’t think she had the power to even talk about what happened until TWENTY-SIX YEARS after it happened, even though she was the daughter of a filmmaker and the granddaughter of a pop music singer.

A friend of mine recently asked a question that I hate hearing the most around all of these stories, “Why now?” He was a male. What’s worse is hearing that question from fellow females. What’s even worse than that is hearing about a woman, who you thought you admired for being a strong feminist role model, come out against a fellow woman, accusing her of lying about being raped. Not sure if I agree with everything this writer said about Lena Dunham, but she does show that there are dark, ugly spots in all corners of Hollywood, for men and women alike, that need to be exposed. At this point, I couldn’t agree more with what my husband said: “I don’t trust anyone anymore.”

I hate even having to answer the “Why now?” question, but in case there are any others out there who genuinely wonder why these women are only just now coming out with these allegations, let me explain:

As a woman, our place in the workplace isn’t guaranteed. We are expected to meet higher expectations for less pay. We are expected to sacrifice more, but still receive less respect.

If you disagree with any of this, you are being ignorant. It’s time to wake up. And I’m not necessarily saying this from personal experience, because luckily I believe I work in a pretty forward-thinking and progressive field where the men I’ve worked with typically respect women and treat them as their peers, my current job notwithstanding.

Nonetheless, there are those who still think these women are coming out now because they’re making it up to get attention. Others are describing what is happening to all these men as a “witch hunt.” (Thanks, Mattie, for sharing that on Facebook today.) Then are the worst, men like our president, who completely dismiss the issue all together and make it about themselves instead. Case and point:

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What does his so-called “Fake News,” which he apparently capitalizes now like it’s a proper noun, have to do with women getting sexually assaulted?! Well guess what, ladies and gentlemen, because even our own president is not an exception to the many male assailants who have been accused of sexual assault. To say this disturbs me, upsets me or outrages me simply does not do my feelings justice about the matter. My blood is boiling as I type this. I actually almost left this whole part out because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep myself calm as I wrote this and stop from turning this whole thing into a post about HIM. But I’m not going to do that, because he doesn’t deserve that much space on my blog. Moving on…

So, to those of you who think these women are making it up to get attention, or try to turn it around and say that men are the ones being victimized here, or worse—you just dismiss it all together and play the ignorant bliss card—let’s get two things straight: 1) 97% of the time, the stories are true, while most likely 80% of cases go unreported. 2) Yes, they are trying to get attention. For themselves? No. For women everywhere who have been victims of sexual assault and feel as though they can’t come forward? YES.

Myself included, I know women who still have NEVER come out against their assailants. Because to some of us, we might not think it’s “worth it” anymore. To others, we just want to forget it ever happened in the first place because it is embarrassing and it brings back memories we would rather leave in the past. Still there are more that simply can’t, or feel as though they can’t, because they don’t have the reputation or credibility to back up their side of the story. Until now. And THAT is “why now.”

It is time. Maybe not for all of us yet, but to those who can, and have, I applaud you, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your bravery, courage, fierceness and unwillingness to let the patriarchy continue to rule how we live our lives.

It is time for everyone, men and women, celebrity and non-celebrity alike, to be held accountable for their actions. It is time to not only say, “Me, too,” but to ask, “What about him?”

From Beer Pong to Bubbles

Tyler! Tyler, get in here! I scream from the bathroom. What is it? he asks. There’s another one! I yell. A spider? he asks as he comes rushing in. No, I say, dramatically. It’s worse… another gray hair.

Seriously? I was in the middle of watching something.

I need you to get it out.

It’s kind of sexy, just leave it in there.

*look of death*


And that, my friends, was the end of Tyler.

Just kidding. But as my 31st birthday creeps closer and closer, I do fear the end of my youth is near.


It dies slowly, I think. Hardly noticing it, at first. A creak there, an ache there… then you get a chiropractor, and start taking Tums like they’re candy. It’s a slow process, but then you turn 30. And you feel like the old age that began faintly knocking on the door of your youth in your late 20s is now POUNDING down that door.


Take my gray hairs, for example. I think I found my first one when I was 28 or 29. I have now plucked what I believe to be that same gray hair three or four times. It just keeps coming back, as stubborn as I am, sometimes hiding beneath the rest of my dark hair, thinking I won’t see it again until it is fully grown. Then one day the light hits it perfectly and BAM it’s there, and you wonder how you never saw it before. That’s how old age hits you.

It starts with your metabolism. The beer, the junk food, the chips… you can no longer eat like a garbage disposal without consequences. Then, the hangovers. Going HAM multiples nights in a row was the norm in college. We started drinking Wednesday night, and we didn’t stop until Sunday. (OK some of us never stopped at all.) But your hangovers only lasted a few hours, and if they lasted longer, it didn’t matter because it was probably time to start drinking again anyway.


We watched the “Jerry Before Seinfeld” Netflix special last night, which was pretty good – he had me in tears at a few points. Also – weird side note: Growing up, my mom used to say, “Dad’s on TV!” when Seinfeld was on, because my dad looked so much like Jerry. Like, seriously:

Then, last night, I learned that he is also left-handed (so was my dad), and his dad’s name was Cal (also my grandpa’s name). #weird

Anyway, he does a bit about what kids think “being an adult” means. One of them is always checking your pockets for things: your keys, wallet, glasses, etc. He says when you’re a kid, and someone asks you if you have something, you just hold out your hands and say “No,” because when you’re a kid, you hold everything you own in your hands. You don’t have anything to put in pockets, or maybe you don’t even have pockets to put things in. I remember wanting a purse so bad when I was little, because to me, that’s what being an adult meant. Now I hate having purses, which is why I only buy the kind that you can sling over your shoulder and hopefully not notice it’s there.

The other thing he said he remembered growing up was how boring it was running errands with his mom, going to the wallpaper store (personally I don’t think I’ve ever been to one of those) or to the bank, and how he thought being an adult meant being able to stand in a line, doing nothing, and being OK with it. He said as a kid, he would just lay down in the middle of the floor while waiting in line in the bank, because the boredom would just overcome him and he didn’t know how else to handle it. But as an adult, you say, “OK I’m standing in line, doing nothing. This is fine.” And that about sums up adulthood. Being fine with the boredom of life and the everyday, mundane tasks we have to do to get by. Personally I have always loved running errands, probably because I don’t think there’s a better feeling than crossing something of your to-do list… then again I’ve always kind of been an old soul.

But simply put, we’re OK with doing boring, adult things because we are tired. We’re tired of fighting it and would rather just go with the flow because it’s easier. We’re tired of planning things to do all the time and making decisions because that’s what we do at work all week, and when the weekend hits, we don’t want to make one more decision. I think that’s why deciding where to eat is always so hard. All you want to do is chill. At home. On the couch. Watching Netflix. When you realize this is your idea of an exciting Friday night, it’s all over.


At some point, you realize your days of playing beer pong and flip cup at parties and BBQs have turned into blowing bubbles and doing whatever you can to entertain the children at the party rather than yourselves (or chasing them around to keep them out of trouble). I noticed this at a BBQ we had over Labor Day weekend. I walked downstairs expecting my husband to be playing bags or pool with his buddies, drinking beer, only to find he was instead blowing bubbles with my friends’ little girls, chasing them around the yard. It was adorable, yes, but not what I expected. How did we get here? When did this happen?

And that, my friends, is how old age gets ya. Here’s to turning 31 next week, and enjoying one of the few perks of getting older – just not giving a damn. So guess what, gray hair and creaky bones and achy muscles and two-day long hangovers and heartburn? I’m as stubborn as you are so bring it on, because I’m not going down easy.


A Weekend of Indulgence

Tyler and I celebrated our fourth anniversary last week a couple months ago.

Once again, this is how bad I am about keeping up with this blog. Started this post back in August, and now here we are. Always playing catch up, story of my life. In fact, this past weekend we went to the Roots ‘N Blues festival in Columbia, which if you knew that, you were probably thinking that’s what this blog post was going to be about. But nah, I probably won’t get around to blogging about THAT until November-December, at the rate I’m going. But back to our anniversary weekend… which was too good of a weekend to pass up and not blog about, so here you go:

Sometimes I think, how has it already been four years? And other times, I’m like, how has it only been four years? Life is weird. So is marriage. And time.


Still the best day of my life.

In our typical DINK fashion, we celebrated big, because what else do you do when you don’t have kids? I booked another stay at our favorite bed and breakfast, Stoneridge Farms in Augusta. Once again, it did not disappoint.


We actually got a late start to the day, because Tyler had forgot that he signed up to volunteer at the Little Bit Foundation, which might be the cutest little non-profit organization that has ever existed in St. Louis. And when I say late start, I meant a late start on heading out to the wineries, because it certainly wasn’t a “late start” for a Saturday morning. My wonderfully sweet and thoughtful husband mistakenly thought we were supposed to be there at 8 a.m., which if anyone who knows me even a little bit, knows that is early for me on a weekend. He did manage to bribe me with Starbucks… however, when we arrived and figured out we weren’t supposed to be there until 9 a.m., let’s just say I was a little less than pleased.

But, back to the happy part…

Enterprise did a big back to school supply drive for them, and donated something like 800 backpacks full of school supplies for underprivileged kids, which is the biggest supply drive the foundation has ever had. Pretty awesome, right? Then we got to go help them organize all their donations, including books, school uniforms and putting together sanitary kits. My favorite part was putting together their “Books & Buddies” kits, which involved pairing books with stuffed animals, all of which are donated!

After we did our good deed for the day, we were starving, so we decided to grab brunch at Katie’s Pizza and Pasta in Rock Hill. As always, it met all of our expectations and then some. Tyler got the Fig French Toast, topped with mixed berries, whipped cream, crispy pancetta and the most decadent figs I’ve ever had. I got a very traditional breakfast of three wood oven-cooked eggs, over easy, of course, with Fiama sausage (so tasty), Calabrese peppers (which were pretty spicy) and fingerling potato hash. Top it all off with a pitcher of mimosas and there was no doubt in either of our minds it was going to be a good day. It could only go up from here. And that it did.


After going home to change and let the dogs out, we headed out to our first stop and favorite winery in Augusta, Noboleis.


This was a new wine they happened to release that day, I believe. It was so buttery, oaky and delicious!

While we still love their wine and the view, the live music that day left much to be desired, to say the least. Pretty sure the singer (if you could call him that) had a few too many and thought maybe it didn’t matter what he played or sounded like since the crowd was a little light. It was so bad we even moved to get further away from the tent he was playing under, but it was up on a hill so the sound just carried. The last straw for me was when he tried to play a John Lennon song and just absolutely butchered it. I couldn’t take it anymore, we left before even finishing our bottle of wine.


In front of our favorite bed and breakfast in Augusta!

Because of our late start, we decided to go check in to our bed and breakfast before heading out for the evening, knowing most of the wineries close in the evenings due to weddings and special events. We knew Montelle always stayed open later because of their sunset dinners, which we also knew better to avoid this time. Funny thing was, we ran into my new boss, who was about to partake in the sunset dinner! How strange to not run into her for ten years then after just a month of working for her again I run into her? #lifeisweird


His and hers. A dry vignoles for me, the Norton for him. The cookies were for both of us. 🙂

Hopefully her sunset dinner was better than ours was last year. This time, based on my good friend Jerry’s recommendation (fellow foodie and writer from the now sadly defunct What’s Up St. Chuck), we opted for the Silly Goose in downtown Augusta. Don’t let the name fool you though, because believe me, there is nothing silly about this place, other than their food being silly good.

Other than Jerry’s recommendation, we had no idea what to expect. To be honest, as much as I love the Augusta area, AKA the wineries, brewery, winding roads and views, I have to admit I’ve always been a little less than impressed with downtown Augusta.

Other than the brewery, I don’t have much reason to go there. I’ve never been to Augusta Winery or Holy Grail, although I’ve heard I need to try Holy Grail, at least. Mount Pleasant is completely underwhelming and has too much of a corporate/touristy feel to it and their wine is way overpriced for the quality.

So I think you get the point by now – my expectations for the Silly Goose were low, although hopeful because Jerry has yet to steer us wrong. So with the bar low and our hopes high, Silly Goose surpassed all our expectations and more.



As you can see from the photos above, we went all out with a three course meal. For starters, Tyler convinced me to order the fried green tomatoes, which I was weary of, due to the fact that I can’t recall ever having tried them before. If all fried green tomatoes taste like this though, count me IN. They basically tasted like fried onion rings to me, topped with a marinated crab salad and a remoulade sauce that was to die for. SO. GOOD.

For our main course, I opted for the bourbon pecan encrusted pork chop (yes you read that all correctly) over Yukon Gold potatoes and a rich bourbon sauce that was, again, to DIE FOR. Tyler went with his staple chicken ‘n waffles, which we were told was actually their staple, so he had to try it. These were not your typical chicken ‘n waffles. These were the BEST chicken ‘n waffles either of us had ever had, and we’ve tried them all over the place (KC, Chicago and Memphis, that I can recall off the top of my head). This “free range” chicken was covered in their house made breading that was perfectly crunchy yet moist on the inside, on top of perfectly cooked buttermilk waffles, covered in a bourbon vanilla maple syrup with sorghum butter. Need I say more?

Last but not least, we of course had to get dessert, which was a blueberry lemon cheesecake – right up my alley. It was the perfect way to end a surprisingly amazing meal.

Our last stop for the night was John G’s Bier Deck, once again based on a recommendation from my trusted source and fellow foodie confidant, the one and only Jerry Castellano. And, once again, Jerry did not lead us astray. The Bier Deck, which is behind John G’s Tap Room in Washington, Mo., overlooks the Missouri River, which unfortunately we couldn’t see much of at night. The same owner of those two establishments also owns and operates Augusta Brewery.


When we returned back to Stoneridge, one of our gracious hosts had fallen asleep outside waiting for us with a bonfire. As polite guests we indulged and cozied up to the fire and finished up a bottle of wine from earlier in the evening. It was a great way to end a perfect day! But our weekend of indulgences did not end there.

On Sunday morning, we awoke to this beautiful view from our room’s balcony:


And we had another wonderful breakfast prepared for us by Jeannine. She had actually asked us the night before if we remembered what she made for us last year, which of course we did, and she kindly offered to change up her menu to make us something different. It may have been different, but her cooking once again exceeded my expectations. She made us eggs, turkey sausage, Japanese potato hash (how did she know?) and last but not least, a delectably sweet strawberry, cream and chocolate crepe.


Normally, this probably would’ve been our best meal of the day. But this was not going to be any ordinary Sunday. We had made plans to have lunch with Tyler’s family and dinner with my family, too (we have a problem with overbooking ourselves, we know), so the day was only just beginning.

For lunch, Tyler’s parents came over to celebrate Tyler’s birthday, which was the week before. He had requested her manicotti, which was delicious as always. Man, that woman can cook. You can tell she has Italian in her blood with the way she makes pizza, lasagna and one of my favorites… chicken marsala. I believe I have requested all of these at different times for my birthday meal… which is coming up next week! She also makes the most incredible salads ever. I think I’m salivating right now just thinking about all the wonderful food Peggy Rook can cook!

Last, but not least, we went out to dinner with my family at Wudon, a Korean BBQ place in Maryland Heights, off Olive and Fee Fee. My stepdad being Korean (as you all may recall from my last post), we figured this place had to be good if he liked it. In Korean, “wu” means cow and “don” means pig, so the name literally means “Cow and Pig.” Yum!

Side note: We watched Okja over the weekend, and man, did they do a decent job of almost convincing me to never eat meat again… but alas, it’s just too tasty. It really does make you think about the treatment of animals in the meat industry, though… 

Back to Wudon. The place was packed on a Sunday night. If you are looking for a quiet, sit-down dinner, this is not the place for you. It’s hot and smoky, smells of delicious meats cooking on table-top griddles, and there are lots and lots of Asians running around. I’m sure Tyler definitely felt out of place, which is normal when we go anywhere with my family of five and a half Asians.

I don’t even know how to explain to you everything I ate, or how I had the room to eat as much as I did, but this review by the Riverfront Times does a pretty good job of explaining it. My stepdad took the reins and just started ordering food, which came out in waves of tiny little dishes filled with tasty goodness, otherwise known as “banchan” or Korean appetizers. I don’t even remember all the meat we had, I assume it was some variations of beef and pork – and it was all mouth-wateringly delicious.

To say I was uncomfortably full after this Korean feast would be quite the understatement. Remember, this was after our lovely Italian lunch, which came after the big breakfast we had to start the day. I don’t think I’ve eaten better or that much since that day, and I have no plans to top it. It may go down in our history book as the most glorious day of delicious food ever.

And one may think that was it for our fourth anniversary celebration. But if you know the Rooks, you know we like to take any excuse to celebrate and eat and drink to our heart’s content. So on our actual anniversary just four days later, we decided to try two new breweries in town: Third Wheel and Good News.

We had heard good things about Third Wheel, which had opened in a rather odd location in St. Peters, just north of the Cave Springs exit off Hwy 70, and not much about Good News, which opened down the street from us on Hwy K in the older part of O’Fallon.


I was rather impressed with Third Wheel’s beers, including their flagship Ophelia’s Wit, “a traditional Belgian Wit beer with coriander and orange peel and a surprising a hint of rosemary that adds a sweet, herbaceous note,” (loved the rosemary in it) and I believe we also had the Dyslexic API, “a well-balanced Imperial IPA with lactose added then dry hopped with Columbus and Simcoe hops.”

Food is provided by the Window Kitchen, which is literally what it sounds like off to the side of the restaurant/brewery. I got the Island Burger, which featured a grilled pineapple, teriyaki sauce and garlic aioli on a toasted bun. Tyler opted for a wrap of sort that I can’t remember, but I do remember he was not too impressed by it. My burger, on the other hand, was pretty good.

Good News was unfortunately quite the opposite experience. Both breweries opened around the same time this summer, but Good News seemed a little further behind Third Wheel. It’s a cute little place in north O’Fallon, just down the street from O’Fallon Bowl. The inside isn’t big, but it’s decorated nicely and it has a great patio that can seat plenty at its rows of picnic tables.

The service and beer selection were underwhelming, though. When we walked up to the bar inside, we were told if we wanted to sit outside, there are servers out there that could help us. So we went outside to sit and we waited. And waited. And waited some more, before we decided to walk back in to order our beer.

Then we discovered many of the beers we wanted to try were out, including the Mosaic IPA and the Citra IPL, so we had to settle for the Belgian White, which was about as exciting as it sounded. They also serve wood-fired pizzas, but only offer five options, all of which seemed pretty ordinary, and after seeing them, we hoped they tasted better than they looked.

As much as we loved the vibe of the place and wanted to support a local brewery just down the street from us, it’s been hard mustering up the motivation to go back. I know we will give them another chance, but maybe next year once they’ve had some time to figure everything out a little more.

And, THAT, my friends, FINALLY sums up our weekend/week of indulgence, all centered around our fourth wedding anniversary, which normally doesn’t sound that exciting – but when you’re us, you make it exciting!



We’re all a little weird

Tonight we are planning to attend one of my favorite events of the year: St. Charles Oktoberfest. As a lover of German culture (I took German for seven years and almost majored in it in college) and beer… this festival was made for me. I’ve been told I’m 1/8 to a 1/4 German… my grandmother on my father’s side’s maiden name was Reich, which means “empire” in German. I’ve always said I’m a meat and potatoes (and bread) kind of girl… which is inherently German.

But as I prepare to embrace and celebrate my German heritage tonight, I thought I would share what it’s been like growing up with the other half of my heritage. I actually wrote this blog post two months ago, and for some reason never published it. Such is my life… so let’s pick up where I left off:

Being the child of an immigrant parent is not exactly a walk in the park. Growing up, there weren’t too many kids I knew who dealt with what I did. I knew I was different from a lot of my friends and kids in class, but I didn’t take the time to think about why that was a good thing, and instead all I ever wished for was to be “normal.”


What does “normal” mean to 9-year-old Kanna? Having two Caucasian, naturally-born American parents who were still married. Instead I was a child of divorce, and not only that, but I lived with my dad, which was rare even for the divorced kids.

And to top it all off, I had an Asian mother who I hardly saw and when she was around, I was embarrassed by her accent and lack of knowledge of the English language as well as her failure to pick up on American social cues. I always had to translate what she was saying to servers and store clerks, and vice versa when she didn’t understand them. I never had, and still don’t have much patience for this.

But to be fair, my mother has now lived in this country longer than she lived in Japan, so the fact that her accent is still as thick as it was the day she got here is no longer a novelty, but purely a testament to her stubbornness and unwillingness to fully assimilate into American culture. (Which may be why her second husband is from Korea.)

Mom, if you’re reading this… I love you!

However, for perhaps the first time in my life that I can recall, I witnessed someone else struggle with what I have been dealing with all my life. My friend Rita, who’s Russian, was in town over the weekend a couple months ago to celebrate her getting her PhD.

Her parents, who I had never met before and are both originally from the Ukraine, were there as well. Her dad tried to propose a toast, but instead of tapping a glass, clapping or getting everyone’s attention by any means, he simply walked over to Rita and told her he wanted to make a toast, knowing she would do what she has probably done all her life for him: translate.

“My dad would like to make a toast, everyone,” Rita said warily, afraid of what her dad might say to embarrass her in front of her friends (a fear I still hold to this day with my mom). Once everyone quieted down, we all looked to her dad, who said nothing, at first. I thought it was for dramatic effect, but then Rita blurted out, “Well now you have to say something, Dad.” He looked startled, as if he was unaware that he was supposed to say anything at all, that perhaps all he wanted to do was raise a glass to his dear daughter. Upon discovering he had captured the whole group’s attention at this point, he looked at Rita and said, “You translate for me.” To which she responded curtly, but respectfully, “No, use your words. In English, please.”

Personally, I would’ve loved to have heard her dad give a toast in his native tongue, but I fully understand that it does not seem as cool when it’s your parent. As the child, what everyone else finds endearing, cute or funny, you have witnessed a thousand times and it has never emitted that type of emotion or response.

He proceeded to say something short and sweet, at this point I don’t even remember because I was so enthralled by this exchange that I was so used to experiencing first hand, it felt odd to experience it second hand as a bystander. 

Afterwards I brought all of this up to Rita and it was so nice to be able to vent to someone about growing up with an immigrant parent that I realized it’s something I’ve never shared with anyone except my siblings. I soon discovered that it doesn’t matter where your parents are from, the struggles of being the children of immigrant parents are often the same.

The biggest complaint from both Rita and I was the catch-22 situation in which they always want to feed you, yet they also constantly comment on your weight, whether it’s good or bad. It’s either, “You’re not eating enough,” or, “Looks like you’ve put on a few pounds,” along with a bevy of other more or less “polite” (or not at all) ways to say, “You look fat.” But one thing is clear no matter what your weight: it’s never just right. It’s as if all foreign parents have a Goldilocks complex when it comes to their children’s weight.

Rita had a friend from Korea who was sitting across from us as we compared our childhoods, and from experience with my Korean stepdad, I knew she had it the worst. There is something about Korean culture that is worse than American culture as far as the expectation for women to be ridiculously skinny (and in my mind, unhealthily so). Basically having an ounce of fat on your body is considered being overweight. You’re a stick, or you’re nothing. Well, not nothing. You’re fat, and you will hear about it.

My mother will always ask me if I want food the second I walk in the door, and once I start eating, won’t stop asking me if I want more until I’m done. This is very typical of Japanese mothers, which is also common for Italian mothers, Ukrainian mothers and mothers of many other ethnicities, apparently, and even more so in grandmothers (especially mine).

But my stepdad has no qualms about chiming in when he thinks I’ve had enough by simply shouting, “Kanna! No more! No good!” To tell you the truth, half the time that just makes me want to eat even more just to spite him and show him I could care less what he thinks I should and shouldn’t eat. But let’s get off that subject before we start going down THAT rabbit hole.

As my dad used to say when my grandma would start blabbing on about something he either didn’t care about or didn’t care to discuss in front of us kids, “How about them Cardinals?”

Speaking of which… how in the heck did we end up in the Wild Card race?

See? Six months out of the year, that diversion actually works.

I just had Tyler read what I had written up until this point, and when he was done he asked, “What’s your point? All you’re doing is complaining. You just sound crabby. It needs an ending.”

So you want a moral to my story, huh? Well I guess the moral is… everyone thinks they are weird. Or, more accurately, everyone thinks they are normal until they grow up, and then they realize that there really is no such thing as “normal.”

Take Tyler, for instance. His parents are both white and have been married for over 40 years. I would’ve considered that “normal” as a kid. But what you might not know is that he spent the better part of his childhood growing up in Australia where his parents served as missionaries, and he was home-schooled until high school.

The majority of my college friends are Catholic and grew up in very traditional Catholic families, pretty much all of their parents are still together and they are all white. But who knows what their childhoods were really like? Who knows what went on “behind the scenes?” One of my friends didn’t own a pair of jeans until college, and his idea of a good sandwich was bologna and ketchup. Who’s to say that’s weird or not?


My friends are as weird as I am, and that’s why they’re my friends.

I guess my real point is, we’re all a little weird, and that’s what we should truly consider “normal.”

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”

– Dr. Seuss

An Unrequited Love

There’s nothing like your first love. The first time you get that warm and fuzzy feeling, that first kiss. But there’s also nothing like your first heart break. That feeling of your heart being ripped out of your chest and someone stomping all over it. The break downs, the tears. Even if you knew for a while the relationship was doomed, you wanted to make it work. It’s amazing how quickly you can forget all the bad and just remember the good.

Isn’t it funny how we tend to see things in the past through rose-colored glasses? Whether it’s people, places, jobs, etc. It’s easy to paint something or someone as so wonderful after they’re gone, even if in the moment, it was actually terrible. Or on the flip side, you could realize after the fact that you actually had it pretty good. It’s easy to be thankful for something that has already come and gone. Hindsight is 20/20, after all.


But eventually, you move on. And you begin to see the light after the storm. You begin to see everything for what it really was, now that you’ve removed yourself from the situation and all the emotions that came with it.

As I told you all a couple weeks ago, I really miss my coworkers and volunteers from ACS, many of whom became close friends. Now that I’m almost two months removed from the job, I realize how much I still care about the mission of ACS. But towards the end of my career with ACS, I felt as though my love and passion for the cause was an unrequited love. I had reached a point where it didn’t matter how much I cared about ACS, because I didn’t feel valued enough as an employee anymore.

Isn’t that all it really comes down to in happiness and fulfillment with our jobs? We want to feel valued and appreciated, that’s it. Pretty simple. It’s unbelievable how many employers can mess that up, though. It truly amazes me, how something so simple can be so often forgotten.

At the same time, I am not sure if I will ever be as passionate about a job again as I was with ACS. Just as it is with your first love, you think, how will I ever love anything as much ever again? Then you realize that every love is different. And you will love again, but maybe not the same, and maybe that’s a good thing.

I had all of these thoughts as I was driving home from my first post-ACS happy hour last night with people that I’m sure (many who still work at ACS and many who don’t) have had those same feelings at some point. I was playing Gary Clark, Jr., and I literally could not turn up the music loud enough in my car to match the emotions I was feeling. How much I missed my former coworkers, how much I missed being in the city, how much I missed the camaraderie of working for a nonprofit.

It must be just a tiny, tiny taste of what it feels like to be in the military and have that kind of a bond with your fellow servicemen and women. I truly felt as though I had gone into battle with those ladies. Maybe we didn’t fight for our country, and maybe we don’t have any physical bruises to show for it (or maybe we do… setting up for Relay events could be rough on the body sometimes), but we all fought for something we truly believed in.

Funny story, we actually had to defend ACS against someone who was naysaying the organization and questioning where the money went. Out of the four of us, only one of us would still be employed at ACS in a week. That’s how much working at ACS still meant to all of us. I think the mission will always be important to us, long after our departures from ACS have passed.



The Times They Are A-Changin’

Let’s be real for a moment: Change is hard. Yes, change can be really good, and really needed, but I think no matter what, change is always hard at first. And I think it gets harder with age, too. But sometimes, it is absolutely necessary.

Today marks one month since I started my job with the City of St. Peters. Today also marks the first time in three weeks I’ve logged into my personal laptop at home (hence why I haven’t blogged in a month). That’s right, when I leave my office at 5 p.m. every day (or close to it) I don’t take a laptop home and I don’t get on a computer again until I log back in at work the next day at 8:30 a.m. And it’s also rare that I receive any emails between that time, or over the weekend. I don’t get any phone calls or texts after office hours either. It’s crazy. And absolutely wonderful.

I also realize how spoiled I am at work with a massive Mac screen that is twice the size of my PC laptop… and how much I’ve missed working with Macs (this PC keyboard is tripping me up right now, so I apologize in advance for any typos). I worked on a Mac (also a huge screen) when I was with SCC, which was nearly five years ago. Turns out, there are a lot of similarities between this job and my job at SCC, and I am loving it.

Everyone keeps asking me what I love most about my new job, and typically, I start with that. The 8:30-5 p.m. hours, with no nights and weekends, and not having volunteers call/text/message me at all hours of the day has been pretty sweet, not gonna lie.

OK I can’t say NO nights and weekends, I did attend my first Board of Aldermen meeting tonight, after all. But it was only to snap a few quick photos, which is what I did at an outdoor concert event a couple weeks ago. Running meetings and events is a whole lot different than just showing up to take a few photos. So I don’t mind the few “nights” I’ve had to work so far, which entail me driving somewhere that is less than 20 minutes from my house and staying no longer than an hour. We do have a large two-day festival that we are in charge of coming up next month, called Celebrate St. Peters, but that’s just one weekend out of the entire year and it’s all hands on deck.

But, like I told two of my former Wash U kids today, I still miss the people, including both my volunteers and coworkers at ACS. And I knew that’s what I would miss the most. Don’t get me wrong, there are some great people who work at the City, my new boss and coworkers included. And like I did at SCC, being in the Communications Department, I get to work with a lot of different departments, which is really cool. But there was something about working at a nonprofit, being stressed out about meeting your fundraising goals all the time and planning events for a cause that you all care so deeply about that just brings you closer to those people you work with. It’s a special bond like no other, that’s for sure.

But I don’t miss the stress. I miss the flexibility and being able to run errands during the day, but I don’t miss working late nights at Wash U and driving out to Warrenton. And to my volunteers who might be reading this – I really do miss you guys, just not the work!

While I love the stability of my new schedule, I have been struggling a little bit with managing my personal time. Running errands after work or on the weekends along with everyone else and their mom has been an adjustment, that’s for sure. It was Tyler’s birthday on Tuesday and last weekend I made the huge mistake of trying to go to Kohl’s on Saturday, forgetting it was tax-free weekend. After seeing the chaos inside the store, I promptly turned around and left. I didn’t go back until Monday, when it was peaceful, calm and relatively organized, for Kohl’s, at least.

I’m having trouble feeling motivated to work out after I get off, too. After sitting in an office for most of the day, the last thing I want to do is get home, change, then head straight to the gym. I’d much rather unwind, relax, eat some snacks and watch some TV.

And forget about waking up early to work out before heading into the office. In the nearly five weeks I’ve been with the City, I think I’ve done that twice, maybe three times. I am proud of myself for doing it that many times, to be honest. Now that it’s starting to get a little cooler (not counting today), I’d really like to start running before work. Maybe someday I’ll be able to get up early and work out or run multiple times a week, but I’m taking baby steps here.

Back to the whole snacking after work thing. Perhaps I didn’t realize how much I ate with my crazy schedule at ACS, but I quickly realized I needed to start stocking up on snacks at work if I didn’t want to leave the office starving every day. My favorite snack right now is carrots and hummus. I’m sure my coworkers love hearing me crunch on carrots all day – sorry guys! Don’t worry, I haven’t turned into a health nut or anything (ha!), I also have a bag of Kit Kats on my desk (also crunchy – yikes, I must be annoying). Oh and lunch is a whole other debacle.

OK it’s not really a debacle, but technically I only get a half hour lunch, if I want to take longer I have to make up the time. If I bring my lunch and eat at my desk, technically I can leave a little early. But bringing my lunch would mean I would have to go through the trouble of preparing it in advance… which is tough, especially since our Sunday night softball league started back up a couple weeks ago.

And I have to be honest – my lunch options are rather limited in St. Peters, at least when you compare it to my options around my old office in the Central West End. I end up getting Bread Co a lot, and McAlister’s every once in a while, too. There’s also a cute Italian deli right up the road, Valenti’s. I really wish there was a Potbelly close (I know there’s one on Hwy K, but that would take me a half hour to get there and back). There is a Jimmy John’s right by City Hall, so I probably get that at least once a week. It takes less than 10 minutes to drive up there, get my food and drive back, which is convenient. Plus there’s a lovely little park with a gazebo and a pond right next to City Hall, I imagine I will be eating my lunch out there a lot this fall.

Lunch hasn’t been the only issue – now that I’m home every evening I’ve had to start cooking a lot more if I don’t want to eat take out or fast food every night for dinner. I don’t think I realized how poorly my husband had been eating for the past five years when I wasn’t there.

Although to be fair, it’s not that we eat fast food when neither of us cooks, it’s more that we are probably doing something with our friends or family and going out to dinner. Typically, if I need something quick for dinner, my favorite go-to is Crazy Bowls and Wraps. Although lately I’ve been making my own homemade version of that (inspired by this recipe) and taking the leftovers for lunch – it’s a win-win! We also love getting the rotisserie chickens from Fresh Thyme – they are seriously the best, so tasty and moist!

Last, but not least, I do miss having my own office and being able to work from home, but sharing a space with two of my coworkers is almost necessary in the Communications Department, since everything we do is in tandem with each other. It has been an adjustment thought, going from doing everything on my own, working from home by myself, to going back to working with people every day.

But it’s been so great going back to my roots in writing and marketing, as well as photography. I love getting to use my creativity at work again. I’ve been doing a lot of website editing, too. The Communications Department is basically a grab bag of everything and anything that involves marketing what the City does, which includes documenting those things. You could basically say we are the City’s historians, too. So I’m able to get out of the office several times a week to take photos of all the things going on in the City, whether it’s classes/programs at the Rec-Plex, kids summer camps, parks or events – and I love it!

Overall, a month later, I’d have to say I have no regrets on making the job change and I am really happy. Like I keep saying, I certainly miss my coworkers and volunteers, but I love the work I’m doing for the City, and I can’t wait to share it with you all!


#TBT: Breezy in Denver

There are lots of cities on my “list.” After 30 years, I was finally able to cross Denver off my list. Up next are (in no particular order): Boston, Austin, New Orleans and Seattle. I also really want to make a trip up to Michigan. Also, North Carolina. Then there’s Europe. I will get to them all some day.

But back to Denver, a trip that has been in the making for several years now. Every time I saw the Cardinals were playing in Denver, I would look up flights and try to make the timing work, but for some reason it never did. I mostly blame weddings. But wedding season is starting to slow down for us these days (cue lots of babies instead), so we now have way more free weekends to do whatever we want.

As I was looking at the Cardinals schedule earlier this year, I noticed they were going to be in Denver over Memorial Day weekend… I thought, ‘Perfect!’ So I sent out a message to all of my college friends to see if anyone else would be interested in tagging along with us. I had already managed to find flights for under $300/person and was already looking at Airbnb’s that would cost less than $50/night per person. I ended up getting four other friends to jump on board: Tony, Jared, Adam and Mickey.


This was the Sunday before we left for Denver – we got together for dinner to discuss our final plans at the new Rosalita’s in West County (which is MASSIVE btw). We all basically agreed upon one thing: We were going to be “breezy.” And that’s when our trip’s hashtag was born: #breezyindenver. And that’s exactly how we were.


Tony, Jared, Tyler and I flew to Denver on an early flight on Thursday and landed at 7 a.m. Adam and Mickey opted to make the 11-hour drive instead. Even though it would’ve been cheaper, I’m still glad we flew. I really have no interest of ever driving through the entire state of Kansas, which I’ve heard has got to be one of the most boring drives ever.

So, the four of us got an Uber from the airport, and we happened to get picked up by the most interested Uber driver I have ever met – a stand-up comedian born and raised in Denver. Our Airbnb, which was just outside of downtown Denver, was a good 30-minute drive from the airport, so we got a good earful from this guy. He had no shortage of crude and witty comments to make about Denver, the legalization of marijuana and all the different types of people migrating to Denver because of it. To put it in polite terms, he’s rather upset about the influx of Californians and plans to move up north to Fort Collins to get away from them all.

Our Airbnb was in this really cute neighborhood just 10 minutes from downtown
Denver, and walking distance to a few bars and restaurants. It kind of reminded me of South City here in St. Louis. It was a two bedroom little Tudor house that had been remodeled on the inside, had an upstairs and downstairs living space, two full baths, kitchen, dining room and a yard with a deck. It was perfect for the six of us!

After dropping our stuff off at the Airbnb, we decided up first on the agenda, and most important, was food. Tyler and Tony had gotten several recommendations on brunch and dinner spots for us, and one of them was Snooze, which happened to be about a mile from our Airbnb, so within walking distance.

Snooze, self-dubbed as “An A.M. Eatery,” originated in Denver and now has locations in California, Texas and Arizona, as well. I, along with every other millennial, have developed an obsession of brunch. We’ve done plenty of brunches in St. Louis, so when I say Snooze is the best brunch I’ve ever had… that’s a bold statement.


The first time we went (yes it was so good we went twice out of the three opportunities we had to eat brunch), I got the breakfast pot pie, mostly because it was the first thing I saw on the menu that caught my eye and I was starving. Although it was scrumptious, this would be the first of many mistakes I would continue to make when it came to food in Denver. You’ll see why later.

But to help you see why I made the decision I did, here’s the description of the breakfast pot pie, according to Snooze’s menu: “Snooze’s homemade rosemary sausage gravy smothers a flaky puff pastry, topped with an egg your style (we’d say sunny side up!). You’ve reached breakfast bliss, complete with hash browns.” I’d have to say “breakfast bliss” was the perfect way to describe it.

Our waiter, who was delightful, also brought us out a pancake on the house for the four of us to share. I forget now what all was on it, but it was heavenly, and it made us feel REAL special. Come to find out, that seems to be a regular thing they do, kind of like the complementary chips and salsa at a Mexican restaurant, only at Snooze, you get amazing pancakes. I think more brunch places need to jump on this complimentary pancake train, just saying.

I also ordered my usual trio of beverages when I’m on vacation: coffee, water and a mimosa, which fulfills the following purposes of caffeination (not a word, I know), hydration and boozation (also not a word, I realize). It’s pretty spectacular and I highly recommend it, especially at brunch.


After our lovely little brunch, we decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood (which included a stop at a liquor store, of course). Since we got into town so early, we still had plenty of time to kill before our friends Adam and Mickey got in, so we decided to take an Uber to City Park and walk around there for a bit as well. It was a beautiful day for walking, fortunately.



I promise I was happier than I looked. #RBF4life

By the time we got back home, I think we were all pretty pooped from being up so early plus the traveling, so we all decided to take naps until Adam and Mickey showed up. It was perfect timing. Once they arrived, we headed over to a local brewpub in our neighborhood, called Vine Street Pub & Brewery. It seemed like burgers were the go-to here, but for some odd reason I decided to get a grilled cheese. I was expecting a fancy, gourmet “adult” grilled cheese, but what I got was a pretty basic grilled cheese with bacon and tomato. I was also expecting Fritos since the menu said it came with “corn chips,” but apparently that means good old, regular tortilla chips. So I basically got a kids meal at a bar, cool. Everyone else’s food looked pretty good, though. And they had local beer from Mountain Sun Brewery, originally based out of Boulder. We once again had the nicest waiter ever (seemed to be a trend in Denver) who wrote down a ton of restaurant/brewery recommendations for us on the back of a coaster:


After our mid-afternoon “snack,” we went to a brewery that was on our list of recommendations and it happened to only be 1.5 miles away, thus setting the tone for our trip – lots of eating and drinking.


When we weren’t taking Ubers, we were piling into Mickey’s Rav 4, rotating whoever had to sit in the back cargo space.

We happened to arrive at Cerebral Brewing right as they were opening up for the day. It ended up being one of my favorite smaller breweries we went to. It had a really cool, nerdy/hipster kind of vibe, which was right up our alley. It kind of reminded me of Side Project, actually. Their homepage says, “A scientific approach to beer. Beer is too vast a medium to be approached thoughtlessly.” Turns out, they happened to be hosting a fundraiser that day for Habitat for Humanity, so not only were we supporting local business, we were being charitable, too. We were feeling pretty good about ourselves for that.

Plus they had really good beer, including Secret Chat Room, which was my favorite of their IPAs that I tried, and Work From Home, an imperial breakfast porter flavored with coffee and maple syrup that was to die for.

After Cerebral we headed home to wash up for dinner.


We decided on Avanti, “a collective eatery,” based on another recommendation we’d received. It was a pretty cool concept and definitely had a hipster vibe (which was most of Denver).


Avanti actually houses SEVEN different restaurants inside with several different common areas to hang out, eat and drink, including a cool lounge area and a gorgeous rooftop deck. Each of the mini restaurants are actually inside modified shipping containers, and they include:

As you can tell by their names, the food represents a vast array of cuisine from all over the world. Tyler and I decided to get sushi and pasta (strange combo, I know), but they are two of my favorite things so it worked!

After Avanti we ventured across the street to Prost Brewing, an extremely German brewery – “prost” actually means “cheers” in German. And that pretty much wrapped up our first successful day in Denver!


We started the day off with, of course, brunch – the most important meal of the day. This time we headed over to Denver Biscuit Co. It was a bit of a wait, but they gave us free coffee while we waited outside, so it wasn’t too bad. Plus it gave Adam and Tyler time to go pick up our rental van for the day.

Once inside, I ordered a boozy iced latte, which completed two of my morning objectives while on vacation (caffeinate and boozinate), so I only had to order one additional beverage (water) and not two to complete the last objective (hydrate).


Then we all split a massive cinnamon roll, which was a great warm up for what was to come… giant biscuits.

Again, this is where I went wrong and ordered The Dahlia, which included a housemade sausage patty, apple butter, fried egg & maple syrup, which sounds delicious right? It looks amazing, too:


Well, everyone else got The Franklin, or something similar to it, which had buttermilk fried chicken instead of the sausage patty, plus Tender Belly bacon, cheddar cheese and the best part… gravy. You can get either sausage or vegetarian mushroom gravy, and while everyone else ordered the sausage gravy (which is also what I would’ve picked), my husband chose the mushroom.


Now, don’t get me wrong, I love mushrooms, but my friend Tony and I instinctively scoffed at him for choosing the vegetarian option, which would we most likely do in most situations (no offense to vegetarians, we just like our meat, a LOT). Tony and I ended up being in the wrong, though, because the mushroom gravy was definitely more savory and flavorful than the sausage gravy, believe it or not. I guess vegetarian options can be OK sometimes. (Can’t believe I just said that.)

After brunch, we all saddled up in our sweet minivan for the day and headed out to the mountains. Initially, we had planned on our second day in Denver to be our “adventurous” day, where we would do a hike of some sort in the mountains. But unfortunately, two weeks before we arrived in Denver there was a blizzard and the mountains got around two feet of a snow. Typically all of the national parks open up Memorial Day weekend, but this would not be the case for us. Even the scenic byways were closed, so we weren’t even able to drive into the mountains at all, which was a bummer.

Oh, the storm also threw us for a loop with our Airbnb. Our first Airbnb we booked was damaged by a hail storm, so two weeks before our trip I had to frantically search for a new Airbnb which ended up costing us double what we were originally going to pay. It was still relatively cheap, but that kind of sucked.

Note to self: Next time I take a trip to Denver, I need to go in July to avoid issues like this in the future!

And of course, the day we decided to do some exploring outside of Denver it was pretty cloudy and raining off and on. But we decided to make the best of it and made our first stop at Red Rocks, where we were able to sneak in a quick half mile hike before it started raining on us.


I had been told you can definitely feel the difference in altitude when you’re in the Mile-High City (especially when you’re from St. Louis which is basically at sea level),  but I wasn’t expecting to be quite as palpable as it was. By the time we reached the “peak” of this short hike, I was huffing and puffing pretty hard.

We decided to check out the amphitheatre, too, and by this time it had started raining pretty good so we had to wait it out in the car for a bit. We didn’t stay long after we got out, because it started sleeting/hailing on us.

And that was the extent of our sightseeing/hiking for the trip. By this point we were all ready for a beer, so we began our brewery tour with the first stop at Avery Brewing in Boulder.

It was a much bigger brewing facility than I had expected, with self-guided tours. We enjoyed our beers out on their patio and had excellent service, in which within seconds of placing our drink order with our waitress, our beer would arrive. She would input our orders on a tablet, which would send it to the bar and someone else would bring the beers out, it was amazing. Technology, man.

Stop #2 was in Fort Collins where we went to Odell Brewing and New Belgium, which were right down the street from reach other. The patio at Odell was packed, so we opted for a rousing game of quarters inside instead. It was fun while it lasted, but ended shortly after we broke one of the tasting glasses.

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Then it was time for our last stop of the day, which was my favorite – New Belgium! It was by far the coolest brewery we went to, it was a beer oasis. Like a playground for adults, with beer and live music.

They had some crazy yard games that originated in Belgium, like Rolle Bolle, which is a little like bocce ball, but instead of rolling a ball you roll a heavy rubber wheel/disc thing on a cement structure that reminded me of a half pipe. It was hard, but pretty fun! And the beer was delicious, of course.

Thus ended our brewery tour and we headed home so we could freshen up for our second night out on the town. We had made plans to meet up for dinner with a friend of ours from college who lived in Denver. We grabbed a few drinks before our delicious dinner at Work and Class, where they boast a “good food, no fuss” style and promise a “square meal, stiff drink, and fair price.” I’d have to say both are true.


Heading out for night #2 in our Uber!

We grabbed a few drinks before our delicious dinner at Work and Class, where they boast a “good food, no fuss” style and promise a “square meal, stiff drink, and fair price.” I’d have to say both are true. After dinner we hopped over to our last brewery stop for the day, Epic Brewing, which was unfortunately getting ready to close by the time we arrived. But I think we were all OK with that because we were pretty tired after our adventurous day.



Since this was going to be our last full day in Denver, we decided to start it right with another trip to Snooze. Plus, we wanted Adam and Mickey to have the same experience we did, and it did not disappoint. We were once again served a complimentary pancake for all of us to share, which was just as heavenly as last time. This time, however, I decided to go with an eggs benedict AND a pancake, and I had no regrets this time.

I got the Bella! Bella! Benny, complete with “thin slices of prosciutto, Taleggio cheese, and perfectly poached eggs on toasted ciabatta, topped with cream cheese hollandaise, balsamic glaze and arugula.” And when they say “perfectly poached eggs,” they mean it. I’ve never had a better poached egg in my life. For my pancake, I got the blueberry Danish pancake, which is topped with “blueberry coulis, sweet cream and almond streusel surrounding a center of lemony cream cheese filling.” It was to die for.

After brunch we decided to just head back to the BNB to hang out and chill until the game that evening. It was actually perfect. Some of us took naps and then I played my first game of Ticket To Ride (and won!) before we decided to whip out our friend’s beer pong table for some drinking games.

Funny story about this legendary beer pong table, which actually belongs to my friend Mattie, who gave birth to her first son Sam yesterday! This beer pong table has now been on two trips without Mattie, the first one being my senior year spring break trip to Gulf Shores, the second being Denver. I’m not really sure why we thought taking it on either trip was OK, but Mattie, you are a saint for letting us borrow your table without you!

After a few games of flip cup, beer pong and finally ending with Civil War, we decided it was time to head out for the game. We pre-gamed at Falling Rock, a tap house near the stadium (like we needed to). Needless to say, we were all feeling pretty positive by the time we walked into Coors Field.

A friend of mine warned me that Rockies fans were not your typical baseball fans, who rather than actually watch the game, used the stadium as a cool, outdoor bar to hang out and drink in, with a baseball game going on in the background. Once inside, I found out why: It IS a cool place to just hang out and drink, with its multiple levels of outdoor bars that are open to anyone and everyone (unlike Busch where each section is reserved for those specific ticket holders). Plus the views of the mountains from the upper levels are pretty breathtaking.

Our seats were in the bleachers, but Tyler met up with a friend who was sitting in a different section, which I’m glad we checked out because it gave us a much different view of the stadium.

But we discovered some real fans in the bleachers, who kept photo bombing our pictures, which was pretty funny.

With a Cardinals win (their only win of the series actually), it was a great way to end our trip!




“Goodbye Kanna, Hello Tacos”

Life is weird. Seven years ago, I was 23 years old, just one year removed from college, hadn’t even been dating Tyler a full year yet, was just six months into my job at St. Charles Community College and therefore six months into living on my own for the first time in my life. I was just starting to figure out my life as an “adult.”



Little did I know how much my life would change just two months later, on that fateful day in August, and how fast I would have to transition from a newly graduated college kid trying to figure things out to a full-grown adult.

That fateful day in August was the night before Tyler’s 25th birthday, and his friends threw a pool party for him.

I remember getting a frantic call in the middle of the party from my dad, who was on a bicycling trip with his buddies in Colorado. He told me he was coming home because he had been in a biking accident, bumped his head, and after going to the hospital discovered there was a tumor in his brain.

Anyone who knows me knows how the rest of this story goes, so I will spare you the gory details, but 16 months later, my dad bravely succumbed to the disease that slowly took everything away from him.

That was December 2011. The following year would be the toughest year of my life, but ended with two good things: I started working for the American Cancer Society on Oct. 16, 2012, and a month later I was engaged to the second best man I’ve ever known.

Fast forward nearly five years later, and here I am, 30, married, and on the cusp on another big change: After devoting the second half of my twenties to a cause that meant so much to me, I am leaving the American Cancer Society for a job with the Community Relations Department at the City of St. Peters.

Here’s where life gets even weirder: I interned for the Community Relations Department at the City of St. Peters nearly 10 years ago, when I was 21, the summer between my junior year and senior year. Even weirder – I worked in a different department for the City of St. Peters, in Economic Development the summer before that.

What’s funny was that during the interview process for this job, they asked what was one of the worst jobs I’ve ever had, and I told them it was the summer I pulled staples all day, every day, for the Economic Development Department. This is the same job that was heavily encouraged by my father to go for, even though I was not keen on the idea of spending the summer in between my sophomore and junior year of college in an office, 8:30-5, Monday-Friday every week. Boy, did that ever end up paying off.

It never ceases to amaze me how seemingly small decisions, like summer jobs while you’re in college, can affect your life 10 years later. (Or how getting your first job at a Hallmark store walking distance from the house you grew up in could lead to meeting your best friends and eventually your future husband).

But then on another fateful day that I will never forget (not nearly as dramatic or tragic as the other fateful day), someone who worked in the Economic Development department asked me what I was studying in college. At the end of my sophomore year, I had just decided I was going to give communications a try after failing miserably as a double major in business and German. So, he decided to take me upstairs to meet the director of the Community Relations Department for the City of St. Peters, Lisa Bedian, who, as of July 10, will be my boss. I will never forget meeting her that day.

As we continue down the rabbit hole of life being weird, exactly a year ago on June 28, I wrote a blog post called “Left Turns,” and mentioned this story, and I say how Lisa was one of the most influential people I’ve ever met. I had no idea a year later she would become even more influential by offering me a job in her department! I also wrote this:

“Making my “left turn” was the best decision I ever made. Almost four years later, I’m still here, in fact, it’s the longest I’ve stayed in the same job since graduating college, and I still love it, for the most part. Event planning and managing volunteers is definitely my calling, and I’ve been able to find other ways to use my creative writing skills, which I still love. I do miss the social media and other aspects of working in the marketing and PR field from time to time, and I have no idea how or if I will ever get back into that line of business. Or if I even want to.”

Turns out, I did want to, but I wouldn’t realize that until David Fults, who I interned for in the Community Relations Department, reached out to me via Facebook a few months ago. He told me Carole Stangle, who I also interned for, was retiring after 23 years, and he was wondering if I would be interested in applying for the job. And get this: I hadn’t talked to or seen Dave in almost 10 years, and the week after he messages me I run into him at Tyler and I’s favorite local watering hole: Exit 6. Weird, right?

Well, it actually took me a few weeks to warm up to the idea, but like a seed it was planted and continue to grow in my mind until I eventually had my heart set on it. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect and I felt like the job description was written for me. I had a feeling then and I know it now: it was all fate – it was all meant to be.

Yesterday my awesome Relay coworkers threw me a baseball and pizza themed good bye lunch, which couldn’t have been more perfect.

I’m a sucker for good puns, and my friend Lauren is the queen of this kind of stuff! Then even more fitting they took me out for my last lunch today at none other than Mission Taco, quite possibly my favorite restaurant in St. Louis! I am so excited that the new one in St. Charles opened up this week (yes we’ve already gone so yes I’ve gone twice this week, don’t judge) just in time for when I start the St. Peters job!

Thus the title of this blog. That’s a screenshot of my friend Sam’s Snapchat on the left, which I thought was perfect.



My friend Sam put this on my door today, I loved it!

Everyone keeps asking what I will miss most about ACS, and with every job I’ve ever left, the answer is always the same: the people. I’ve met some amazing coworkers and volunteers in my nearly five years at ACS, some of whom I hope remain lifelong friends. I’ve had some crazy good and crazy bad experiences that I will never forget and I’ve learned so much. I’ve done a lot of growing, both professionally and personally, and I will be forever grateful to ACS for allowing me to fight back against a disease that took my best friend away from me. I will never, ever regret taking that “left turn” in my life.

But I’ve done my time, I’ve helped raise $1.5 million and I’ve done 19 Relays, not counting the seven St. Charles Relays I did for fun. I feel good about what I’ve accomplished and I think my dad would be proud. I’m ready to get back to the world of communications and start writing full time again. While fighting cancer is something that I will always have a passion for, my true passion that I’ve had since I was a kid was writing. It’s what I’m good at, and it’s what I went to school for. I’m ready to take on this next chapter in my life!


PS – As I was wrapping up this post, this song started playing on Spotify. Man, life is weird.

#TILT: Why I Love the Lou

It’s been a while since my last #TILT (Things I Love Thursday) post, so I thought the theme of today’s #TILT post could be all about #whyilovethelou.

There’s a reason I never left St. Louis. Well, minus those four years of college. And many of you probably don’t even think I’m allowed to say I “live” in St. Louis since technically I’m in St. Charles County. But I digress. Regardless, there are actually hundreds of reasons #whyilovethelou, but I will only share a few with you today (for my time’s sake and yours).

You make friends wherever you go (Reason #49 #whyilovethelou)

Case and point #1: Last week, I met Tyler at Sauce on the Side (Reason #78 #whyilovethelou) in Clayton for lunch. We tried to get there early to beat the lunch rush, but we failed and after ordering we stood there awkwardly (they seriously need a bigger space) waiting for someone to get up.

There were a couple of guys standing next to us who were also waiting for a table, so when a couple got up, we both looked at the other pair and pretty much agreed at the same time to share a table. They looked like nice enough guys, and one of them was wearing a Blues jersey, so I knew we’d at least have that to talk about. (Reason #113 #whyilovethelou)

Turns out, the other guy was from Chicago and unfortunately a Blackhawks AND Cubs fan (AKA THE WORST), but he was tolerable. If there’s anything I love about Chicago fans (and there isn’t much, believe me), it’s they are typically (and I say that generously) knowledgeable about their sports, much like us St. Louisans. So at least we can respect each other on that level, if nothing else.

His friend, on the other hand, was a big Blues fan (who isn’t right now?) and turns out he is a part owner of Byrd & Barrel, a “fast casual fried chicken restaurant” off Cherokee Street, that is currently on our list of places to try.

They ended up being two really awesome guys who loved baseball, hockey and food as much as we did, so we had a lot to talk about. Tyler joked, “We should have lunch with strangers all the time!” Not sure how I feel about that, but that day we lucked out, for sure.

Case and point #2: On Easter, Tyler and I decided to skip the family festivities and go to the Blues playoff game (Reason #84 #whyilovethelou), thanks to a special ticket deal Enterprise was offering for $100 all-inclusive glass seats. Sounds too good to be true, right? I thought so, too.

It all started with a text I received from Tyler that Wednesday before, informing me that he had just paid $200 for two tickets to the Blues playoff game. Honestly, I thought that was already a great deal by itself. He asked if I was mad, which I thought was silly. Of course not! Then he proceeded to tell me they were three rows up from the glass. Even better. THEN he told me they were ALL INCLUSIVE. I basically thought we had won the lottery at that point.

So on Easter we went to church, like good kids, then said bye to the family, stopped at a Starbucks to grab coffee and change out of our Easter Sunday clothes into our Blues gear and hit the road for one of the most epic days of the year. And to be honest, with it only being April, we’ve already had some pretty awesome days (AKA St. Patty’s Day and Lupulin – more on those later).

You know what’s awesome about getting all inclusive tickets for the Blues game? You get access to all the food and drinks you want TWO HOURS PRIOR TO START TIME. And that’s not all: You also get to hang out for AN HOUR AFTER THE GAME, TOO. It was magical.

In the Blue Note Lounge, we met these three awesome guys, who all seemed to be around our age, and one of them actually worked at Enterprise, too. Tyler didn’t know him though (PSA: Enterprise is a big company so when I say my husband works there he most likely doesn’t know your friend who also happens to work at Enterprise – it’s a big company, you guys).

We hit it off with them so well that we joked about coming back to the same spot after the game. In my head, I thought, ‘Yeah, right.’ But sure enough, when Tyler and I came back, there they were, hanging out. We ended up closing the place down.

Blues Game

I’m pretty sure that was my first ever Blues playoff win, and we’re hoping to repeat that when we go to Game 5 tomorrow! No all inclusive this time, but it should still be fun! As much as I love baseball, there’s nothing quite like playoff hockey.

If you don’t have time to make new friends, there are plenty of things to do with the old friends. (Reason #21 #whyilovethelou)

I posted this on Facebook earlier this week:
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And I realize now how full of myself I sound to say I have a “wait list” for new friends. Obviously that’s not the case, but I do know that I am beyond blessed to have so many close friends and things to do, and that I should consider myself lucky for having such a busy social life, even if it does completely drain me sometimes.


Tyler often says I have issues with saying “no” to people, and that may very well be true. Case and point: In the short time span of two weeks, I will celebrate a total of six birthdays, a bridal shower, a baby shower, plus Mother’s Day. Between my social life and with how crazy work has been, I haven’t had time for much else.

So the things I like to do for myself, like this blog, What’s Up St. Chuck, reading and, I hate to say it, working out, ends up being cut out. However, I did just have my last meeting with my Wash U Relay students for the semester this week, so I should get some of my life back.

Although now we are gearing up for the St. Charles Relay coming up at the end of this month, oh and I’M GOING TO DENVER FOR MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND.

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I’ve never been and I’ve been wanting to go for years, so when I found out the Cardinals were going to be playing the Rockies that weekend, I reached out to some of my friends and decided to finally bite the bullet.

It’s always been a dream of mine to eventually see the Cardinals play in every stadium in the country (isn’t that every true Cardinals fan’s dream?) So I’m excited to venture out of the Midwest to finally start making it happen! Next is potentially Boston in August… how awesome would that be? The Cardinals will be in town right in between Tyler’s birthday and our wedding anniversary, so it’d be perfect!

But I CANNOT WAIT for Denver! I booked an Airbnb for the first time ever, which I’m excited about. It was super cheap and we’ll be 10 minutes from the stadium and downtown Denver. We’ll only be there for four days, but we want to explore as much as possible, so if you have any advice/tips, send them along!

Dogtown St. Patty’s Day Parade (Reason #102 #whyilovethelou)

Speaking of Tyler and I’s trouble with saying “no” to our friends, this one was all his idea. Typically my college friends and I take off around St. Patrick’s Day anyway because it also happens to fall around March Madness, which is a sacred holiday in our group, at least the first two days of the tournament. We all typically take off work that Thursday and Friday to hang out and watch basketball.

St. Patrick’s Day was really no different, although it also always falls the day after our friend Mickey’s birthday, who had just moved back to St. Louis with her husband Adam after a two-year hiatus in Knoxville (today also happens to be their wedding anniversary!) I really can’t put into words how great it has been to have them back (Reason #37 #whyilovethelou), but to put it shortly, it’s made me (and my other friends) very happy.

But many of my friends had never done the Dogtown St. Patty’s Day Parade before, which, much like Mardi Gras, is a rite of passage for any good St. Louisan. In fact, I’ve talked to a lot of people about it (including our new friends we met at Sauce on the Side last week) and I’ve decided the Dogtown parade is like the old people’s (30 and up) version of Mardi Gras.

I had actually attempted to go to Dogtown several years ago by myself to meet up with a few friends for the parade, but I was ill prepared. I got down there way too late, it took me forever to find parking and I didn’t have a home base. #rookiemistakes

This time, we did it right. We all met up at our friend Tony’s house in Maplewood for breakfast around 9 a.m. which was followed by an Irish-themed power hour to get the party started right (think Boondock Saints and The Departed soundtracks). It was amazing.

We then Ubered over to Dogtown, which was still kind of a nightmare. Our goal was to meet up near Heavy Riff, and our first Uber driver was not successful, so we called another one who was able to get us to our destination. We proceeded to partake in your typical St. Patty’s Day shenanigans, watched a little bit of the parade, and mostly just hung out with lots of friends, some who came with us, some we met down there and others we ran into (Reason #53 #whyilovethelou).

Ubering back to our friend’s house was yet another nightmare, however. We ended up walking a good portion of it before our sober/pregnant friend, who was a saint that day, came and rescued us. Besides those minor hiccups, it was a glorious day and will go down in history as one of my favorite St. Patrick’s Days ever. #nevertoooldtocelebratestpattysday

4 Hands Lupulin Carnival (Reason #65 #whyilovethelou)

Following St. Patrick’s Day was another holiday, at least in our hearts: 4 Hands’ Lupulin Carnival AKA the best beer carnival on earth. This year they moved it to Union Station, which was great, because most of the beers were inside, and even though they have been pushing the event back farther and farther into spring, it is still typically pretty chilly on Lupulin Day. The space was much bigger and the lines were relatively short, which meant optimal beer tastings.

This was probably our fourth or fifth Lupulin Carnival, and who knows how many other beer festivals we’ve been to, so we’re seasoned veterans at these types of events now. Basically what that means is we have plans in place for rides and food.

Case and point: We again met at our friend Tony’s place in Maplewood, since it’s the most central place ever and super convenient, and ubered over to Union Station from there. Also, I made pretzel necklaces. They weren’t pretty, but they were efficient, and that’s what matters, people.

Lupulin 2017

And our beer expert friend Zach made an awesome spreadsheet of all the beers that were going to be at Lupulin, which included an alphabetical listing of all the breweries, their beers, along with each beer’s style (IPA, stout, etc.), ABV (alcohol by volume percentage) and it’s average Untappd rating. It was amazing.

He also had pretty much memorized the map of where the breweries were going to be and he had a plan of which ones he wanted to hit up first. We’ve learned over the years to pretty much listen to Zach when it comes to beer, so when he said he wanted to get in line for Lupulin two hours early that’s what we did. And guess what, we were the first people in line.

In case you’re wondering what the benefits are of getting to a beer festival early, when you get four hours of unlimited tastings, it’s because those tastings actually aren’t unlimited. The best beers almost always run out early, so you have to get to those first.

In fact, since we were the first people through the gates, we actually got access to the inside where the breweries were before anyone else, because they forgot to put up the gates to block people from going inside. We got pretty lucky.

It didn’t take long for me and a couple of my friends to start falling behind Zach and his robust beer tasting schedule, which was faster than what most of us could keep up with. Especially since we were drinking a lot of heavy single and double IPAs with ABVs of 9 percent and higher.

Some of the added bonuses of Lupulin are the carnival acts and shows (think sword swallowing and fire) food trucks (Gioia’s and Seoul Taco FTW), the live music, the rides (ferris wheel and a slide which I unfortunately didn’t get to do either this year) and as always, the free Fish Eye Fun photo booth:

Free Cardinals Games (Reason #18 #whyilovethelou) 

How can I do a post about #whyilovethelou without mentioning Cardinals baseball? For the third year in a row we were not able decided not to get tickets to the Opening Day game. In fact, for the first time in eight years, Tyler and I didn’t even go downtown for the festivities. I actually have a lot of beef with how this year’s Opening Day was set up:

  1. I, for one, did not like that it was on a Sunday. The home opener is always on a Monday and I enjoy playing hooky from work.
  2. The reason it was on a Sunday is that we somehow got slotted to play the World Series Cham… no, I can’t. They earned it, but I just can’t type out their entire title.
  3. Between playing the Cubs AND the fact that there was a Blues game that day, too, downtown was going to be crazy crazier than usual.

On top of all that, it was the day after Lupulin, so we just weren’t up for any more shenanigans that weekend. #gettingold

Also, I think in the back of our minds we knew we were going to the game on Tuesday night. Even better, they were suite seats, which meant all inclusive, and best of all, they were FREE.


 And so continues Tyler and I’s lucky streak of free Cardinals games. Last year we went to 10 games and only paid for four of them. These year I’ve gone to two games and paid for zero so far!

In fact I was just offered four tickets for tonight’s game, but I already have dinner plans, and going to a game in the current weather doesn’t not sound like a lot of fun right now. Plus we’ve already bought tickets for six games this year, five of them through Tyler’s friend from work who has season tickets.

FOOD (Reason #9 #whyilovethelou)

Y’all knew this was coming, right? As per usual, there’s been no shortage of restaurant hopping for Tyler and I lately.

I think it’s fair to say Tyler and I have a slight major obsession with tacos. So it’s no surprise that my #whyilovethelou post features our favorite place for tacos in the Lou: Mission Taco (Reason #30 #whyilovethelou).

And we can’t wait for the Mission Taco to open up at the Streets of St. Charles (they were supposed to open tomorrow, but that doesn’t look like the case anymore), but I think our favorite location will always be the original one on the Loop. There’s also a decent taco place out in Wentzville called Yo! Salsa that I did a What’s Up St. Chuck story on.

Then last weekend we revisited an old St. Charles County staple, Duchesne Bar and Grill (Reason #94 #whyilovethelou), after going to our friend’s surprise 30th birthday party at the Adrenaline Zone in St. Charles (and today happens to be her actual birthday – happy birthday, Jess!)

I played demolition ball for the first time ever and it was a blast. They also apparently have an epic multi-story laser tag course that I want to try sometime, as well as a full-blown bar. It’s like a Chuck E. Cheese for adults.

We stayed to watch the Blues win then headed over to the good ole Duchesne Bar and Grill, which many say is like the Fast Eddie’s of St. Charles. They say this because there is a separate food window at the bar, serving this fabulously cheap menu:

When I posted on Facebook that I was there, a friend of mine commented with, “If you can get past the grease, the food is actually pretty good.” To which I replied, “Are you kidding? The grease is what makes it so good!” And it’s true, everything comes out smokin’ hot, fresh and full of grease… it’s St. Charles eatin’ at its finest.

Better yet, they now have (maybe they’ve had it for a while, I hadn’t been in years) karaoke on Friday and Saturday nights. For my college friends and I, karaoke was our thing. We spent every Wednesday night (karaoke night) at this hole-in-the-wall bar in Kirksville appropriately called “My Bar.” Don’t bother looking it up, it no longer exists, sadly.

We sang our hearts out to Don’t Stop Believing, Piano Man and Sweet Caroline literally every single week. We’d throw in some others every once in a while, like Dream On, Total Eclipse of the Heart or Goodbye Earl, but we pretty much had the same cliche line up every week. I’d say we probably annoyed the hell out of the owner, who’s name was Butch, but I doubt he really ever even knew what was going on in the first place. I mean the guy offered us $2 pitchers of beer for goodness sake… he also had numerous “going out of business” parties and sales before he finally shut down for good. I still have a cowboy boot glass from there that I will cherish forever.

But back to karaoke night at Duchesne. It totally reminded us of our My Bar days, and so we decided to pretend we were in college again (we do that more frequently than I’d like to admit) and brought back an old favorite – Don’t Stop Believing, of course, and sang the night away.

Wow, I really did not mean for this post to be as long as it did! It honestly all started with our experience at Sauce on the Side last week and it just grew from there. Turns out there are more reasons than I even realized of #whyilovethelou and that list just continues to grow.

As my boy Nelly would say, “I’m from the Lou and I’m proud.”