I'm one of those gym rats. I run and spin and yoga and lift heavy shit.
I like to journey up and down the east coast for awesome wrestling shows.
I've lived in Richmond for almost 10 years, so I've kinda narrowed down my favorite haunts and stick by those. I like hanging out with rad people at these favorite haunts.
Are you a rad people? Would you like to hang out?
I respond positively to witty banter and offers to grab a drink of some sort. No, we can't get dinner. Or lunch. We can get brunch next time. Promise. Well, maybe not promise. Cause if you do something like tell me you hate cats then brunch is TOTALLY OFF.
Make an effort or I will eat your face off.
[Currently looking for jobs outside of RVA--have my sights set on DC or Philadelphia. Just FYI that I might not be around town for much longer.]
Before I visit a new city, I track down their raddest donut shop.
I listen to almost everything, and am always looking for suggestions.
Last show I went to: No BS! (Super rad as always.)
Non-fiction takes up the majority of my bookshelf.
I watch a lot of documentaries.
I watch an excessive amount of professional wrestling.
Honorable mentions: Bob's Burgers, New Girl
But for real, I'm probably getting into some sort of shenanigans.
I know, I'm a fucking monster.
If you're not local, still hit me up--if I'm coming to your town and I like the cut of your jib, maybe we can say hey while I'm in town.