Serious question: when did it stop being creepy to know people solely online?
I’m thinking sometime in the last five years, but who knows. In any event, through the daily ritual of writing this blog, I’ve been virtually introduced to a metric shit-ton of cool people. People for whom I would love to someday buy a beer. (Or a drank of their choice.)
Here are just three, and they happen to all live on the Best Coast. I mean…the West Coast. Which will always truly be home to me. Maybe that is why I enjoy living vicariously though:
- Queer Vegan Runner. Aside from the fact that her posts make me MISS LOS ANGELES (I never thought I’d say that!), I adore A.J.’s blog because she also loves beer, snark, food, felines and fun. In spite of the fact that we have opposite preferences when it comes to hot dogs, I am sure we’d get along swimmingly over a pint. Or four.
- 110 Pounds and Counting. Remember yesterday when I ragged on the word “inspirational?” Well, I’m using it again – and most genuinely. As the title of her blog suggests, Lisa has undergone a serious lifestyle change in the last few years and really seems to have the whole “healthy moderation” thing down pat. I am constantly envious of her outdoorsy Oregon adventures and brewpub visits.
- Kendra Through the Looking Glass. No topic is off limits on Kendra’s irreverent blog. Another blogger who is truly deserving of the I-word (read her backstory!), I love that she tackles everything from gynecology to glamor in a funny and highly readable way.
I’m going to spare you a detailed recap of my various gastronomical and athletic endeavors today. Let’s just say I ran a sluggish 8 miles while whining the whole time (to myself) about my sore abdominals (thanks, Pilates class!) and then threw a tantrum (again, for myself) about cooking dinner and retreated to the bar next door for a black bean burger and a pint of beer. (Brooklyn Brewery Winter Warmer, in case you were wondering. Dark brown and spicy and delicious.)
And in other random news, today is my dad’s birthday! Happy birthday, dad!
Circa 1990. You’d have vaguely surly look on your face, too, if you were rocking permed bangs. And were swaddled in a cat beach towel. Over your hypercolor tee shirt.
Happy Wednesday, kids!
And: if you are so inclined, give a yell in the comments about a blog you’re loving right now. You guys always have excellent recommendations!