Matchbooks are a dying art form, with the whole smoking ban and all. I started collecting mine about 12 years ago. The other day I took them out of their box and started arranging them according to places and experiences.
Minneapolis: Places I've been where some really important things have happened. 1998-2007.
World Travels, 2003-2008. I can't claim visitation rights for all of the books (though I would have LOVED to check out the Outback Steakhouse in Korea).
Santa Monica: advertising production trips, 2005-2007. Once upon a time, when the American economy was booming, a girl could eat $100 kobe beef steak on a Tuesday without batting an eyelash.
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