When you hop over to a foreign country, you just wanna grab a cold one, right? Meet up with some cool kids that probably won’t steal your passport or leave you tied to a flag pole or anything?
It was a few months ago, when I was still regularly in Durham, that I saw the sign. Not in a retro 90s way, but in a very literal way.
In every up and coming hipster town, there is a place to buy incredibly expensive drinks that take 20 minutes to make.
I have six tattoos. Which is funny, because half of them have happened in the past year.
Shortly after one arrives in Iceland, one realizes a simple truth: food is really f$%#ing expensive.
For my birthday one year, I was gifted with a trip to NC Aquarium at Fort Fisher. Since I’m the way of hipster, I was also gifted with an exclusive behind the scenes tour.
During my 24 hrs in Phoenix, I crashed at the Airbnb/Shasta trailer behind The Hive Art Gallery. I spent a few hours chatting with the friendly owner, Julia, as well as the coffee shop barista, who advised me on awesome places to go to Mexico. I spent a good 45 minutes browsing around the secondhand…
My friend Claire and I spent a hot afternoon exploring the Eno River. Conversation was had, I slipped and fell in during an attempt to be adventurous.
When I visited Jökulsárlón Glacier Bay in southeastern Iceland, there happened to be a lot of glaciers. There was also ridiculously sleepy walrus passed out on the beach.
I popped into The Lourve to be artsy, find a new desk chair, and witness a man travel back through time to draw his former self.