surviving may

The month of May and I got off to an ugly start. I was almost ready to scrap the whole month when a week’s worth of rain welcomed us back to Raleigh as we were recovering from a two-week-vacation-in-paradise-with-your-best-friends high. It was touch and go for awhile, but May and I are back on good terms. I’ve taken some photos, visited with friends who live too far away and caught my own dinner. Here’s how it looked:

I went on a photoventure with one of my oldest friends, Helena, who happens to be a badass photographer/tech consultant in San Francisco (and formerly New York, Raleigh, and almost everywhere in between). Even with as much success as she’s had with her photography and in the tech start-up world, she’s one of the most level-headed people I know. It’s always a treat to spend time with her. You can find her shots from our day of gorgeous weather (and lighting!) here and more of her work here.

May also took me to Dallas to visit two of my best college buds who I hadn't seen since - 2 years! I timed my visit just right: Amy had just gotten engaged to a stellar dude a few days before and, well, it's always the right time to join forces with Sarah for some good ole fashioned tomfoolery. We ate some real Texas BBQ, went to the Bishop Arts District for dinner and drinks (a culture-laden section of town that I adored) and lazed around a food and craft festival in Addison, TX. It's safe to say we pretty much ate and drank our way through Dallas. It's been ten years since (hard to believe I can start any sentence with "it's been ten years since I...") and the city has exploded but has still retained some of its Texas charm - if you know where to look for it. I can see why Sarah plans on staying put for awhile.

Memorial Day Weekend provided a much needed respite from all the hopping around I've been doing. I spent a lot of time reading (Garden & Gun), relaxing (in a hammock) and eating some delicious home cooking (seafood). On Sunday, we loaded up our tackle, headed for Bogue Inlet and returned with a cooler full of Spanish Mackerel and Bluefish that we threw in a frying pan as soon as we hit land. There's nothing like fresh bluefish with a side of my dad's hush puppies, y'all. I'm already looking forward to the next several weekends at the coast.