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A few weeks ago, J turned the big 2-7. Every year, he tells me not to make a big deal out of his birthday, and every year, I ignore him. This year was no different. I threw him a little party at our place on Saturday, but on Friday (his actual birthday) I made plans to celebrate over an intimate dinner together. We love trying new-to-us restaurants on special occassions, and Filomena has been on J’s list since we moved to DC. I had been before, but it’s always fun to get to experience things again through his eyes.

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Filomena is known for its amazing Italian food, and it’s clear as soon as you walk in that this place is the real deal. You’re greeted by smiling “pasta mamas” who are making the homemade pasta that’s about to be served.

at Filomena Restaurant in Georgetown, Washington DC.

The decor is fabulously gaudy, with christmas lights strung year-round and dining rooms brimming with antique props and paintings.

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The true star of the night, fittingly, is always the food. We started with the arancini, perfect little bundles of rice, cheese and ragu deep fried and served with spicy marinara sauce.

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 I had the lasagna – and by had, I mean I took 2 bites and promptly asked for a doggie bag because just two bites of any plate at Filomena is as rich and filling as an entire meal, in the best possible way.

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The birthday boy had the ravioli and meatballs, and even though he managed at least 5 bites before following my lead, he left just as pleasantly stuffed.

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Just when you think you couldn’t possibly eat or drink another thing, your waiter appears with overflowing decanters of amaretto and sambuca with espresso beans. which are left on the table to be enjoyed for as long as you feel like staying. We both stumbled out the door with the lingering flavor of licorice and the distinct satisfaction that only a birthday meal can bring.

friday favorites.

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{champagne + (borrowed) Chanel while getting ready for a mid-week date night}

This was a big week for me. After 5 amazing years, I decided to leave my job at the theatre and take the next step in my career. It’s been a complete roller-coaster of emotions, but I’m so excited for what’s to come.  I grew up at Studio – I’ve been in a relationship with them almost as long as I’ve been in a relationship with my husband – and the decision to leave is truly the end of a huge chapter in my life. The transition from your first job out of college to the second is a pretty big one. When Studio first offered me this job, I couldn’t have accepted it faster. It paid close to nothing, and at the time meant 2 hours of commuting a day, but I had a job. And, like, health insurance. I went from answering the phones to hiring the person who answers the phones, and it grew into an absolutely incredible opportunity. The second time around, I was much more contemplative. I found myself asking questions about their 401(k) plan (who am I?) and making long lists of pros and cons. After really thinking through every possible factor, I feel ready. It’s impossible to know what the future holds, but I know it’s time for a big change and I really think this is the right one. I plan to spend my long weekend with family – I took Thursday and Friday off as a little breather – shopping, eating, and letting myself be nervous and excited all at the same time. And yes, I have every intention of laying out my clothes on Sunday night, elementary school style.

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 {j crew inspiration while shopping for new work clothes}

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 {celebratory lunch with my mom at Bandolero in Georgetown}

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 {The Hanami Hibiscus Cherry Martini at The Jefferson, garnished with Vanilla Cotton Candy and fresh cherry blossoms in honor of the festival}

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 {this inspirational article from styleactivist.com on how to feel awesome 96% of the time. I’ve re-read it at least four times and get more motivated with every word}

and then we fell in love with DC all over again.

The last week in DC has come with the most glorious weather (mid 70′s!) we have been spending as much time as possible outside until crawling into bed with all the windows wide open. We’ve hit up the ballpark, took a (brief) trip to the Tidal Basin to see the cherry blossoms, had our first cookout of the year, and eaten back-to-back meals on the roof all in between.

I’ve always loved DC, but i really adore DC in the springtime. That first initial change of weather, after a long and cold winter, really does something to the soul. It’s easy to forget all about life in DC in January and February when it’s freezing and slushy, but come April I replace those cold old thoughts with a grin on my face that just won’t go away. Suddenly the ridiculous rent prices, the wait for a communal washing machine, the horror that is the DC metro…. it’s all worth it again.

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  {Natitude on a perfect Sunday afternoon + the most creative substitute for sunscreen}

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   {cherry blossom sightings on the tidal basin, which were beautiful for about 5 minutes until the hundreds of tourists became too much to handle}

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  {date night at the Georgetown waterfront}

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 {celebrating our 6 month anniversary on the patio of the newest Matchbox + surprise chocolate chip bread pudding from our sweet waitress}

to boston, with love.

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My heart just broke as I watched the news unfold yesterday. Boston was my home for 2 years, my dorm was mere blocks from where the explosions took place, and I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that something like this could happen on a street I used to walk daily. I immediately started texting and calling everyone I knew in Boston, and while I was lucky enough to hear that everyone was safe, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all of the victims and their families. The entire day was completely clouded with grief, but when tragedies like this occur, I’m always moved by the acts of selflessness that follow. In the midst of footage of the explosions, I started to hear about runners who, after completing a 26.2 mile marathon, kept running to the nearest hospital to donate blood. That kind of fierce perseverance is so characteristic of Boston, and it made me want to do something, anything, to help. If you feel the same, here are some things you can do: Donate to the Salvation Army, who are providing food and counseling to first responders. Give blood. Those who are in the Boston area, consider offering temporary housing to those stranded in the city.

To the city that became my very first home-away-from-home, where I met my husband, where I learned more about myself than I ever expected, I love you. Stay strong.

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