Have you ever sipped a drink and expected it to taste like, say, Coke, but it turned out to be something else? The drink might not taste bad, per se; it just wasn’t what you expected it to be.
I’ll be honest. I tend to over-romanticize the fall season. But with the reemergence of cable knit sweaters, boots, hot tea and pumpkin-flavored everything, who wouldn’t?
If you’ve never been to The Atlantic, I’ll give you a quick rundown: it’s a laid-back, intimate little hole-in-the-wall bar with great beer – I recommend the Left Hand Milk Stout Nitro – and fun, quirky décor. An owl lamp and a ceramic cat behind the bar? Yes, please.
I walk down the street (Sorority Row, to be exact), enjoying the first Friday night I’ve had off in who knows how long.
I turned on the radio today and Lana del Rey was singing about Summertime Sadness, but personally, I’m starting to feel pretty down now that it’s fall.
You've seen them: someone with a hoop in their nose, a name written down their arm, a stud through their lip. I think it’s pretty safe to say that in today’s day and age (especially in a college town like Gainesville) we all know at least one person with a piercing or a tattoo.
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