Conquering San Francisco One Lemon Tart at a Time

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

Last week, my friend Fancy and I went to San Francisco and Wine Country (for those of you who follow me on twitter you’re likely all too aware and I apologize for being an asshole with all the Foursquare check ins!). A girls weekend to Our Lady of the Vine, albeit during the week. We [...]

For You

Friday, August 20th, 2010

After a long work day, after driving six laps around neighboring streets looking for parking, after returning to my apartment on an empty stomach with hands full and the inside temp a balmy 86 degrees; I kept my heels on. I knew it was silly bothering to wear them as I rushed to shut the [...]

Biological Clock or Ticking Time Bomb?

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

As my regular readers can attest, I. Am. Not. A. Baby. Person. But, wouldn’t you know, on a visit to Mara after The Baby was born, he actually didn’t scream bloody murder when I held him! In fact, he fell asleep.  Bizarre child. Can you imagine? Which is when my friend’s husband asked if I [...]

Dressing for Dinner Series: Girl and the Goat

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Time for another in the Dressing for Dinner series! This time my boyfriend and I had a date night at the long awaited and recently opened restaurant from fourth season Top Chef winner, Stephanie Izard. It’s Dressing for Dinner with Nic at…Girl and the Goat! The Dress: A Gap sale rack find! The dress is a [...]

Protected: Peeking Through the Keyhole

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

A-Tisket A-Tasket

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

A password protected confession. Okay, so that doesn’t actually rhyme, but you get the gist. Leave me a comment or send me an email at nicnarrates at gmail if you’d like to read the latest.

Conversations with Imaginary Kids

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

Someone told me the other day that they thought I’d make a “great parent.” I have no idea what prompted this statement from them. One minute I’m nodding my head in mock-understanding of their child ferrying travails, and the next they’re envisioning me as a Mommy. They didn’t even buy me dinner first. GASP! Generally, [...]