I’ve decided to give up drunk texting booze for a month. I am on day 15 which is an accomplishment in and of itself. What prompted my temporary abstinence from the sauce?  A myriad of things, but to name a particular instance: last weekend I went to a party.  ‘Twas

Coming from a sweet, idyllic little town in North Carolina (seriously, my hometown’s slogan is “The Friendly City by the Sea”), wading through the convoluted waters of the New York dating scene can be downright disheartening. If dating back home was a refreshing dip in the lake, dating in NYC

I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with