I was a regular at a place for awhile whose bartender would add Old Bay to their homemade chips for me, and I was in loveeeeee.
Then, LIKE AN IDIOT, I said yes to going on a date with him and he turned into an actual dumbo. The worst, truly; congratulations on never going to college, dude. Like, impressive. Oh, you’re in a band?! Fancy.
Which is super sad because, like, I LOVE CRAWFISH BOILS. AND NOW I CAN’T EVEN ENJOY ‘EM BC THIS MORON RUINED OLD BAY FOR ME.
Mary Cassatt’s sister Lydia sat for The Cup of Tea in 1881. She exhibited the work in the Salon’s Impressionist exhibition the same year.
From the Met:
Taking afternoon tea was a social ritual for many upper-middle-class women. Committed to portraying the ordinary events of everyday life, the artist made that ritual the subject of a series of works painted around 1880, when she had been living abroad for the better part of a decade.
…oh, I get it. Tea’s like nineteenth-century SoulCycle.