A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Friday, June 1, 2012

FRIDAY NIGHT BRGRS AND PHAT MAN DEE

Yard sale day is almost here!  I can hardly stand the excitement.

I took a car load AND a truck load of stuffs-for-sale over to my friend Sean's house for Highland Park's big community yard sale on Sunday.  After I dropped off the loot, Sean and I were starving and decided to grab a quick bite at BRGR, a burger joint in East Liberty that everyone's been raving about and I've been meaning to try.

Phat Man Dee serenaded us over BRGRs
The hostess asked us if we would like to sit on the roof-top patio and since she enticed us with the fact that there was live entertainment upstairs, we decided to brave the chill of the patio instead of staying cozy inside...  So glad we did because the live entertainment was Phat Man Dee and she was amazing!

While Phat Man Dee was amazing, I thought the burgers were just o.k.  The adult milkshakes that Sean talked me into, though, really stole the show.  These things packed a wallop...  making that much alcohol taste that delicious should certainly be illegal.  I will come back for these again, even without a burger.  Even without Phat Man Dee.
Bourbon masquerading as salted caramel. Simply - yum.

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