Now that Labor Day has passed, and we are firmly in fall, I’ve decided that it was time for a post-summer reflection.
It was eleven p.m. when my friend called me and asked what she should do with her Daily Show tickets. It was only thirty minutes later that we purchased bus tickets to New York and were calling up people to see if they could come with. A week later on August 3, we woke up at 4 a.m. to catch a bus to New York to see Trevor Noah live.
The great thing about downtown Atlanta is that there is a plethora of activities and restaurants, and one of the greatest activities is the World of Coke. We walked to the World of Coca Cola from Hudson Grille, which took us through Centennial Park.
While the museum provided tons of information about the origins of Coca Cola and how it became such a well known drink, the best part was getting to see all the Coke paraphernalia. Seeing all the old advertisements, clothes, and vending machines was amazing. It was also cool because you got see how everything has changed over the years.
If there’s anything that anyone should know about me, it’s that I love to eat. So of course, the minute my plane’s wheels touched down in Atlanta, I was already trying to figure out where I could get some food. Luckily, there is no shortage of good restaurants in Atlanta. Two of my favorites from the trip were Bass BBQ and Hudson Grille.
Recently, I’ve been seeing giant sushi rolls all over Snapchat. It feels like a majority of my friends have been traveling into D.C. for the chance to eat a massive sushi roll and burrito hybrid from Buredo. Curious about the hype, I went in to taste one for myself.
I’m bundled in at least five layers of clothing, two pairs of socks, and a pair of knit gloves, yet I’m still shivering as I lace up my skates. Once my feet are secure in the skates, I wobble precariously to the rink. Each step is taken cautiously with my friends wobbling alongside me. Ahead of us, a man face plants. Continue reading “Ice Skating at Georgetown”
Gray clouds covered the sky, blocking out any sunlight, and fat drops of rain came plummeting down. The air was chilly, forcing me to bundle up in multiple layers of clothing. It was the perfect type of weather for Taste of DC.