Well, I do declare. It’s hot.
How low can the gas tank go? I got it down from 29 miles to 11 before I filled ‘er up today. Life on the edge.
My tank was empty from driving to the beach and back earlier this week! We had some guests in from out of town and it seemed like a good excuse to explore a part of the state I hadn’t seen yet.
Wrightville Beach is pretty clean and only 90 minutes from Raleigh. And home to stingrays that play tag!
I’m not sure if “cute” is an appropriate adjective, but those frisky little fellas were fun to watch!
Anyway, it’s freaking hot here and I had a little dinner party to host last night. I was thrilled that we’d decided to make it a grill-out affair. Because 96* + hot stove + apartment full of people sounds like a sweaty mess.
And when you’re cooking for a crowd, it’s hard to beat the simplicity of grilled food. Salt, pepper and a little olive oil provide plenty of flavor once the grill works its magic! We had steak and shrimp galore:
Asparagus. Taste it today, smell it when you pee tomorrow! Bonus.
And for a hearty side dish, I assembled a delicious salad with red quinoa, grapefruit, arugula, apples, walnuts and cubed gouda.
Recipe: Red Quinoa Salad
It was quite a little feast for a random weeknight dinner party. And no sink full of dishes to deal with!
This week has been a little hectic, what with all of the guests and mini road trips and dinner parties! I can’t believe it’s almost Friday already. I’m leaving for that beach wedding/vacation in just a couple of days…yikes! (Oh hey #firstworldproblems.)
I haven’t decided what to wear. I’m still kinda torn about the orange dress. The whole tit-curtains/sack-with-a-belt thing….I’m still just not sure about it.
I did snag another little dress on sale at The Limited today…
Love the cut. Not entirely sure about the print (in general I like it, but it’s not exactly beachy.)
Gah. Now I’m even more conflicted.
Can I just wear my adorable new swimsuit to the ceremony?
From WHBM. On sale, too. LOVE. I cannot wait to spill fruity tropical drinks all over it while getting sloppy at the pool bar at 10 AM.
And here’s a fruity tropical drink for you, too, if you made it through this completely random and discombobulated post! I promise, I’ll be back to whining about my track splits soon.