When you travel, how do you decide on which places you will dine at? Is it word of mouth, pictures, or your mind wanders to the nearest restaurant with a fancy name? For me, it’s the complete opposite. I’m very meticulous in regards to where I’m going to eat when I travel. The perfect restaurant
“It’s happy hour somewhere!” The perfect excuse to give someone when you decide to drink a whiskey at 9:13 a.m on a Tuesday morning. (Please use your discretion when drinking) Happy Hours aren’t one of those “things” that I’m “hip” with. I’m more of a breakfast, light lunch, and dinner kind of person, I prefer
Eminence, quality, and meticulous, all of the words that describe me when I’m finished getting a haircut with thoughts of being hand-picked by Tyra Banks for America’s Next Top Model. Okay, that maybe a little too far, but let a man live! I often have to remind myself that I don’t live in a fantasy



