Until I head to Key West to celebrate my 40th birthday!
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Tag Archives: travel
tired af
I’ve gotten a total of six hours of sleep in the last two days and it’s showing.
Goodbye, Cleveland
The Corner Alley
I want to join a bowling league, despite the fact that I suck. I’m seriously considering joining the Bowlero league back home.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
was pretty awesome.
This place was almost too cool. Like stop trying so hard, bro.
Emerging
from our room to grab snacks and drinks in the lobby.
Bird
Barrio
My new favorite place. These tacos were heavenly.
And the margaritas are fucking legit. I had two and I’m feeling it. Sugar rim, obvi.
Naptime!
Oh and because it’s true (and relevant):
Ha!!
D doesn’t even remember me taking this pic. Day drunk af!
We stumbled into a boutique right next to the hotel where I spent a couple hundred dollars on some super cute Jenn-riffic shit. Now we’re going to rest up for the evening portion of Day 1.
2 1/2 liters in
Almost to 3.
