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Hello Outpost Friends, how the hell are you? We are in full summer mode over here at Outpost HQ (which in my imagination is a fantastical beach bungalow where Ryan and I are chained to antique type writers) and we are intent on getting you as much written and social content as possible over the next three months. My June so far has been pleasant. I have abandoned the trout rivers in favor of finding striped bass in Long Island Sound.

Past few weeks have been mayhem, as the start of summer typically is. Warm weather kicks in and my brain immediately goes to: time to eat, time to drink, time to travel. Alongside that, it’s been chaotic with the launch of Blackbird’s second summer out East. At this point I should have bought a commuter pass on the LIRR. All of that is to say, looking at the Outpost feed, it reads a bit chaotic too — albeit filled with some good stuff.

Friends, I come to you with one thing this weekend: I invite you to the Outpost 1-Year Anniversary. When: Thursday, June 25th Where: Ranger Station, West Village Time: 6–8 PM Address: 315 Bleecker Street RSVP: info@outpostnyc.co Dress Code: Downtown Chic Details: To celebrate our one-year anniversary of OUTPOST, we have partnered with the folks over at Ranger Station for a West Village block party to top all block parties.

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Few places stick with me the way Charleston does. I’m writing this in the wake of another installment of returning to the Lowcountry to jumpstart the always belated New England summer. While the Northeast thaws, Charleston in May offers just the right amount of haze and palmettos to force you to consider why you live where you live.

*Important Note: Member hats are here!! Details to follow early this week. Not a member snag a subscription now to get in on the fun. Outpost is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. The Knicks are on the doorstep and the World Cup comes to town this week, kicking off Thursday. As such, I figured let’s put together a list of places to watch. I’m sure there are plenty of lists of sports bars showing the games.

The battery is on E across the board — Portugal wedding right into a full week at work and Outpost as we gear up for a full slate of events this summer. Trying to coordinate the design of a cigar wrapper from a dinner table in Portugal is hard. Came back right into another wedding. Tanks Low. That said, with all these weddings, figured I’d offer a few thoughts on wedding attire. I’ll be the first to admit I skew a bit hardo when it comes to formalities of dress, particularly at a wedding.

Hello Outpost readers, Emma here. I am writing to you from a cafe in Amsterdam and was starting to get dreadfully lonely, so thank you for joining me. Take a glass and have a seat. Last year, I moved to Europe knowing exactly one person, and he was my realtor.

Happy Memorial Day — coming to you somewhere over the Atlantic crammed into 57B. Yes, B as in boy (middle seat). All said, we’re powering through. My first trip to Portugal was incredible, and I did my best to organize suggestions around restaurants, hotels, shopping, and the surrounding areas. I’ve found that city guides are becoming way too much — 40 hotels, 30 restaurants, 100 shops — all for the aspiring traveler going to a new city for four nights. It’s too much.

To every season, its signature spirit: winter is for cozy cognac by the fireplace, spring for bright botanical gin, summer for island-inspired rum, and fall for the comfort and spice of a stiff whiskey. When I think of whiskey cocktails, the first ones that come to mind are the classics that I hold near and dear—Old Fashioneds, Manhattans, and Boulevardiers—but they’re more on the dark and moody side: my comfort drinks.