You know what I like about baseball? Cute men in uniform, popcorn that has more than a day’s worth of calories and watching the people who clean up the field do the “YMCA” dance during the fifth inning. That’s it. But, apparently some people actually like watching the game. Whatever—who am I to judge? It is America’s national pastime, or so I’m told. Anyway, I recently read about a “baseball-oriented development.” The D.C. area, where this stadium is located, is experiencing a renaissance, though the writer of the piece is attributing more residents to the local condos to having nowhere else…

Mother’s Day is upon us again. And, whether you’ve had your brunch reservations made months in advance or you forgot and are seriously debating whether that “Mothers Day Roses Shipped 4 Free” spam email you got is legit, it’s time to sit back and thank your mom for all she’s done. Like how true the advice she gave you when you first moved into your first apartment was (although you’d never actually admit it to her). Here is some of the advice I received when I first moved into an apartment. What advice did your mom give you when you…

Yesterday I went to a concert right after work. Though it was one of my favorite bands (Eve 6, in case you were wondering. The ’90s are totally back. Like, whatever), it wasn’t something I had planned in advance. I Forrest Gump-ed my way into the tickets that day because I happened to check Stubhub.com and happened to see they were playing and that there were tickets left. Anyway, because it was so last minute, I had to go in my work clothes—slacks and sensible ballet flats, instead of my normal concert attire consisting of jeans and Converse. But, sadly,…