As I strolled around Dallas, Texas just hoping to take in some of the local sites (and having done uncharacteristically little research prior to my trip) I was surprised and delighted to stumble upon your dreamy, colourful neighbourhood.
The quiet mid-afternoon streets provided the perfect opportunity to snap a handful of images that I’ve been wistfully scrolling and re-scrolling through ever since. The combination of brightly coloured business signs with amazing murals painted across every wall elevated even the most pedestrian parking-long (how’s that for a paradox) into something from a Roal Dahl universe.
It made me wonder why every other town doesn’t push their business owners to be as creative as the ones I passed in Deep Ellum. I would love to see more craft breweries incorporate…apocalyptic fantasy tanks…like the one outside BrainDead Brewing. (Not to mention the excellent art displayed within BrainDead as well.
Deep Ellum, weird and wonderfully so, welcomes the Instagram contingent with open arms.
I’m a fan of a nice cocktail. And I’m a fan of a craft brewery, especially the ones with a taproom. But, prior to my visit to your charming establishment on a trip to Charlottesville, Virginia, a craft distillery that served the public was a nearly foreign concept to me.
One of my favourite aspects to travelling is getting to taste all the local flavours — including, of course, local beverages. As my awesome group of travel companions and I traipsed around town in the hot sun, we looked forward to finding Vitae Spirits, which was tucked into an otherwise unassuming neighbourhood.
I generally associate spirits (even the really classic ones) with getting a little fancy. Usually, they’re something I enjoy with friends on special occasions or night’s on the town. I think: cocktail lounge. So, I was pleasantly surprised to discover the vibe of Vitae Spirits was totally chill. The other group enjoying their beverages during our visit were playing a boardgame (and I feel that really tells you all you need to know).
While your bartender-mixologist (?) walked us through the small but fun menu for sampling, I took in the simple, modern cool aesthetic of the space. Having the distillery equipment, with all its gears and gadgets felt kind of steampunk, in the most fun way.
I’ve been a gin and tonic girl for a long time now (extra limes, or a gimlet if the mood dictates) so I was delighted to taste your modern flavours, as well as the Paw Paw Liqueur, which was a total first! I had only ever read about paw paw until then.
Cheers to you, Vitae Spirits. Thanks for providing a unique and refreshing experience on our tour of Charlottesville.
A year in review is generally saved for celebrating accomplishments. Most take the opportunity acknowledge their hard work and achievements. Personally, when I look back on 2018, I recall a year filled with both victory and defeat.
Since I’m prone to weeping at either occasion, I figured “why not choose the latter to plot my own memorable benchmarks?”
Yes. I do cry all the time. Sometimes it’s joy. Sometimes it’s because of normal hard stuff that I’m experiencing personally. Sometimes it’s because I’m stressed and overwhelmed. Sometimes it’s empathy overload. Sometimes it’s frustration with politics, the environment, and the state of the world. You know, the usual.
Crying is normal. Crying in public, while nothing to be ashamed of, is less…normal. While I’m okay at hiding it — when I want to — I often don’t care enough to be subtle. I find a good wail really overpowers any sense of modesty and decorum (in the moment, at least). Maybe you’ve even been one of the unfortunate souls to witness my weeping. Or, even better, have you every joined me in a good cry?
I present to you, without any context, this highlight reel of some of the more indelible locations where I succumbed to my emotion burden in 2018.