Amy was here for Thanksgiving and requested I take her to my favorite food truck. That was an easy choice.
Giselle came along and after deciding that Yardhouse was not the type of bar "where everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came", we went to my house to watch Eat, Pray, Love where I introduced them to my new love of sparkling cider and my old love of whoring out Christmas.
Then, Amy showed me what she's learned in Harlem and gave me a dubi. I will spare you the after pictures but I'll have you know my hair was super silky and shiny after. Mhm.
ps. Chuchi rice from LHG is badass.