Last Friday, I grabbed the dog and set off for South Carolina to visit my grandmother for a long weekend. The visit was lovely, as was the drive — any opportunity to shut off my brain for a while, experience a moment or two of peace, listen to awesome (and crap) music that was clearly meant to be sung at the top of my lungs, and think a few things through. In spite of being physically tired from the road trip I am mentally recharged. Continue reading
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Greetings from Cancún, Mexico! Remarkably, I managed to wake up on time to catch my flight and made it here without issue (outside of the overweight bag. Seriously, my suitcase must weigh 49 pounds on its own. WTF??? I packed bikinis, people. Argh.). In case you were wondering, my solo vacation has been fabulous, and educational. A few tidbits for your reading pleasure. Continue reading
In a few short days, I will be heading out of town for a week of sun, sleep, spa, and (hopefully) total and complete relaxation. Vacation! It cannot get here quickly enough. I am sure I will have a blast, and how can I not? I’m going with me, myself and I. No one else.
Crazy, right? Am I INSANE?? Or is this just a reflection of my “sad and pathetic” life? Continue reading
Just like that, the email came in. Before I posted anything about my ugly truth, before I opened up and vented about all the shit thrown my way, before I debated whether to bang my head against the wall until I was unconscious, I received the following from a girlfriend in New York.
“Can you get to Miami for a quick girls trip next weekend? Hotel (Ritz) is paid for … I need some sun and some cocktails.”
An impromptu getaway to somewhere fabulous? (meaning, somewhere that isn’t here). Um, yes??? Continue reading
Greetings from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico! (or perhaps I should say, ¡Hola!). Five days after my panicked, very expensive rescheduled arrival, I can admit that I may just be … wait for it … relaxed. What a very strange feeling!
Sure, there is work to be done. Sure, I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear other than bikinis thanks to the holycrapIamgoingtomissmyflight packing strategy. Sure, I have three mascaras with me (I own three mascaras?), none of which are waterproof. But a few amazing nights’ sleep, a few hours spent soaking in the sun, a few
hundred drinks later, I am all right with it all. I have exhaled. Continue reading
I am a walking disaster. There really is no other way to put it. Even at however many tens of thousands of feet in the air I am as I write this, surrounded by strangers on my connecting flights to Mexico, I hide my head in shame — and not only because my appearance makes it blatantly obvious that I am working on about an hour of sleep. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, people. Continue reading