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Here Bunny, Bunny!

After a few hours of relaxing, cleaning and jumping up and down over my PR, Lacey and Laurel came over and we headed out to NJ for Easter.

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Here bunny bunny.

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Raspberry and brie in phyllo dough. There was more dough than filling, so these were a little disappointing to everyone.

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Some vino. Obviously.

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And no trip to my parents’ would be complete without some spaghetti and meatballs.

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My mom is the Italian one, but my Irish dad is the chief taste-tester because he likes the pasta really al dente.

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Nice balls.

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I’ve been dyeing Easter eggs since I was born, and just because I’m closer to 30 than 20 (ew) doesn’t mean that we’re going to stop now.

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Someone slept on the job.

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After shot.

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This morning, we got dressed up and went to church. I love Lilly Pulitzer-appropriate holidays.

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While my mom made breakfast, I had half a bagel thin with marscapone.

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Breakfast was omelets with mozzarella and now we’re watching Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps while waiting for our next course of food.

Happy Easter if you celebrate it!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!!!

I am half-Irish. I know Blanchfield doesn’t sound super-Irish, but IT IS.

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My dad’s family is from Athy (lower-right on the map there), about an hour south of Dublin. I’ve been to Ireland (and it was one of my favorite vacations ever), but not to Athy, where my dad’s family is from–I’d love to go back there. (Hint, hint, Dad.)

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The Ha’penny Bridge in Dublin.

When I lived in D.C., it was pretty much St. Patrick’s month. My friends and I would start celebrating as soon as it was March 1, going to pub quiz nights at 4P’s (which is apparently now Four Fields. LAME.) and Shamrockfest out in Arlington (and then at RFK.) Really, it was just an excuse to drink a lot of beer all month long.

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I still love the holiday, but now that I drink a little less and live and work in Midtown-ish, which gets swarmed by the wasted bridge-and-tunnel crew, it’s lost a tiny bit of its luster.

But I will still be celebrating tonight. Don’t expect many healthy decisions. It’s carb-loading.

Speaking of which, I got really excited for a green bagel this morning, and the bagel shop pulled some lame antics. They said they were out of green bagels, even though there was a platter of green bagels sitting right there. Allegedly, they were reserved for someone else, forcing me to very begrudgingly get a non-green bagel.


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