How Life Is Supposed to Be Lived

It's 80 degrees. You're eating oysters. You've caught enough crabs to feed six people. You've got good jams, good drinks, good friends. It's October. You brunch at Rayfields. You take drives to Virginia Beach to pick up Bailey's Cake for birthday celebrations. You buy new nail polish. You go to used book sales at small-town libraries that have been converted from old churches. You buy 3 hardback books for $1.00. It's 80 degrees.

There are cute dogs...everywhere.

It's 80 degrees.

You lay out by the pool.

You get good kisses.

You wander the bay.

You drive down country roads and snap close-ups of the cotton fields.

You drool over old buildings and fantasize about renovations.

You sip Cape Charles coffee.  You eat bagels with lox and capers and onions and cream cheese. You make garlic bread.

You are free to "express yourself."

You drive a turquoise T-bird for four hours with the top down. You film everything.

YOU DO IT FOR MELFA!!

Basically, you are this woman:

She's rlll famous.

xoxo,
Hannah

Hold on to Your Britches!

Earthquakes, shmearthquakes--Aunt Irene is coming to town and she's the house guest who always leaves the toilet seat up. The last time I braced for gale-force winds and fled the scene of potential destruction, I was a wee baby freshman at Tulane and I had the pleasure(?) of camping out at one of LSU's classiest establishments...the AGR frat house. Yes, it was an interesting time in my young life--a time that included kegs and kegs of beer, homemade beignets, barefoot soccer games, and--let's be honest--a few hurricane make outs. What? I WAS LOOKING DEATH IN THE EYE! It had to be done.

Luckily, Hurricane Ivan took a turn for the better and left New Orleans unscathed, and I was forced to return to my little world of running, rules, and rich kids. Lame to the max.

But this time's different. This time we've got Irene, and although I'm nowhere near the coast, I'm not taking any chances. I'm headed south in a blazing fury to meet up with some of the most chill, fun-loving, let-the-good-times-roll former Blacksburgians on the map.

Reunion 2011 is gonna cause some serious waves on its own, and hopefully the only hurricane we encounter comes in a glass with an umbrella. I'm sure we'll celebrate our glorious union with some variation of this:

And probably four or five orders of these:

Obviously, we'll need to soothe our worries with the beer that "has the touch":

And hopefully the weekend won't result in this:

Yes, this is a PBR coffin. You can cast your own judgement on this one.

And although our plans for floating lazily down the river may be dashed, we can always cross our fingers for rapids, right?? No matter what trouble we find, it's a guaranteed good time. We've got Rockstarr, Dlock1, Aaaamazing, Kirtley, Feets, and tons more.

Sweet baby Jesus better brace himself...B&B is back in town!

xxx, Hannah

Bonjour, Weeeeekend!

It's absolutely brilliant outside, and I just found out I get to leave work at noon! Plus, I'm meeting Caroline for lunch at The Counter....going for a run...maybe checking out the Anthropologie sale section...basking like a cat in the sunshine...starting a new crafty project...probably heading to Jazz in the Garden...and getting ready for a glorious Memorial Day weekend. BONUS: I get to work from home on Tuesday!!

Go outside and get you some of this...

...a sweet southern breeze 

... a hydrangea buzz

... a long and lazy brunch

...an afternoon delight

...and a little present for you from me

Come run with me, the best is yet to be...

The Luckiest {Preview}

Back from a stunning, emotional, fantastic weekend with some of the best people I know in the most gorgeous state of all. Virginia is for lovers, so take a quick peek for yourself.

Ashley in her gorgeous Vera Wang/Jimmy Choo/O'Keefe sexiness.

Waiting for Mark.

Backup singers (The Pink Ladies).

Reception perfection in the mountains.

Bustin' moves.

Takin' names.

Sending the happy couple off right....?

Most importantly, celebrating the glorious love train that is the Passeros. 

Cheers to you!

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Up next... Wren and Justin! 

Start your engines...

Friiiiiiiiiidaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Pumped for the weekend. Pumped for Boss' Day (i.e., cake). Pumped for Happy Hour. PUMPED for festivities tomorrow!
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In the meantime, I could really go for some of these:

Scrumptious beyond belief!

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Mmm...or some of this...

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Or lazy lounging under the covers all day.
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Or wrapped in warm scarves (I'm fallin' for fall!).

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Or waking up to some of this, pug included.

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Or some of these--I couldn't resist--look at the chairs!

Shaped like sheep! OBSESSED! I would have a flock.

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So kick up your heels--it's the weekend!!

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loves, xoxo, hannah