Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a land far, far away called New Mexico (close to, but not identical to, Old Mexico), and she loved the sun. She grew up under the sun. She understood that tanning beds were unnecessary: laying in one’s backyard with SPF and a … Continue reading I’ve Been Ruined by New England Winters
I did not intend to break my blogging silence with rant about United Airlines—because, generally, American Airlines will always provide a worse experience, especially when flying through Dallas—but I have just spent $15.00 to entertain myself with the internet for a measly two hours, and I think it deserves commensurate internet compensation in the form … Continue reading The Longest Flight Ever
A note about the French language to the People of France: I believe I am physically incapable of sounding French. I would have a better time speaking in an African clicking language than pronouncing “Rochechouart” or “Batignolles” to a degree worthy enough to be considered language. Nik the Greek had a wonderful time trying to … Continue reading First Impressions of France: No French, No Shoes, No Service
I have arrived in Deutschland! As far as my harrowing adventures go, this one wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to run through the airport to my gate or have my passport flagged at security (thanks again, London) or be delayed so long I missed my flight. But it wasn’t without incident. I said in … Continue reading Germany: Here to Help You
There are two things you should know about me. 1) I hate paying for parking 2) I hate driving through Boston Here’s why I hate these things: Paid Parking The beauty of growing up in Roswell, New Mexico is that all residential neighborhoods are fair game for parking on the street, and no parking lot … Continue reading A Lesson In Karma
I just watched a rerun of Friends in which Dr. Green, Rachel’s dad, yells at a waiter for bringing him a ’74 bottle of wine instead of a ’75 (“Everyone knows that ’74 was a sewer year! Is that what you wanted—to bring me sewer water?”) and he follows it with this charming sentiment: … Continue reading Waitress Rant: Beware
They Call Me Fushilou 