My Wedding

Everything was perfect. Seriously, I couldn’t have asked for anything better… For the past 14 months, Ashleigh and I had gone over everything with a fine-tooth comb; and let me tell you, every single second of stress was worth it. After the wedding, we stayed in the Governor’s Suite… and the view from the 14th floor was gorgeous:

 

The Sunrise

The Capital

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now onto the hard part… starting the honeymoon. Yesterday I was so exhausted from the Wedding, I didn’t even have time to pack. In fact, last night was the first time I had actually slept more than 5 hours in 3 days. Good thing our flights leave late tonight. I’m pretty sure Target is going to be my friend today. Target and Tylenol PM.

In the next couple of weeks, I’m going to update as much as possible. Pictures, food related posts, and just random stuff on our travels in general.

First stop: Bahamas.

Is it me you're looking for?

I know. It’s been a while. Honestly, I didn’t think I was going to write much between now and August. I’m in the middle of getting married, and it’s taking up a lot of my time. For the first time in weeks, I’ve had the chance to sit down and actually type something out. It feels good… or maybe that’s the wine. Not really sure, but I know that my fingers belong on the keyboard tonight.

Not My Dog.

I have so much to talk about, and so little time. Between now and the wedding, I have to figure out a way to get my dog in tuxedo. You don’t want the ring-bearer to be walking down the aisle naked… do you? Also, you don’t want some pretentious a-hole running down the aisle yelling “fire.” That’s a whole different topic. It’s happened before. Hence, why I’m talking about it.

I need to get a lot out of my system… Topics in the next coming days/weeks/months will include the following (not in this order):

1). Why some Napa wineries are over-rated.

2). Why Heringer Estates Winery is my favorite wine.

3). How I’m taking back the whole, “don’t put your peanut butter in the fridge… or you’re a nazi” statment.

4). How I will never be eating at Ella Dining Room and Bar again.

5). That new pizza place downtown that sucks… I can’t even remember the name it was so memorable.

6). My Honeymoon to Europe.

7). Jersey Shore… and why they are ruining my honeymoon.

8). Spring, and why California is the best state.

9). The brand new, West Sacramento Farmer’s market.

10). Almond Milk… and making it at home.

That’s pretty much a sneak-peak for what’s to come. If you’ll excuse me, I have to figure out why my neighbor is currently building a rocket-ship in his backyard. If it really is a rocket-ship, which it very well could be, I want a ride… but I don’t want to pay for gas. It’s really expensive!

Go here, if you have a heart: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_ILDFp5DGA

 

 

PB

Don’t ever put Peanut Butter in the Fridge. It can single handedly ruin your day. Peanut butter should be spreadable… not a solid clump of mass. It should glide on your toast with ease; freely, subtle, and smooth.

If you ever put your peanut butter in the fridge, you should not be allowed to ever eat a PB&J again. It’s against everything that’s holy. Even Jesus didn’t put his Peanut Butter in the fridge…. partly because they didn’t have refrigeration back then, also there is still some debate on whether he was alive or not. That’s a whole different topic.

Point of this post is, if you put Peanut Butter in the fridge, you’re a Nazi.

Nothing says F-U-N like writing about cold peanut butter at 5am!

I wish all websites were like this (I stole this from The Oatmeal – btw):