June 4, 2009 § Leave a comment
Fact: I always carry pepper spray with me.
When we went to New York for a long Memorial Day weekend, I somehow forgot to remove it. Officially you can put it in your checked baggage, but we didn’t check bags.
I didn’t realize that I even had it with me until we repacked for our flight out of Newark. Oops. I guess I could have just checked the bag, but everyone who’s ever flown into ATL knows that equates another hour of standing around and waiting, on top of the stupid $15 Delta fee. Fuck that.
I smoothly and easily sailed through ATL’s airport security a contraband item, but I assume anything and everything is stupid in Atlanta and I was going to get caught here. So there I was, freaking out in the security line and finally just threw it away. Damn it.
Next time I’m “unknowingly” going to bring my 4(!) oz. container of lens solution. Take that!
July 23, 2008 § 2 Comments
Answer: Still on the beach.
I had a great weekend and bachelorette shindig in West Palm, courtesy of my dear friend and uber hostess Sus. Seriously, how can you beat days that begin with buckets of rum and yachts on the ocean, only to be followed by VIP booths and 4 am air-guitar contests?
Happy to be home and see the Mr. and the pooch, but real life isn’t keeping me as distracted…
June 26, 2007 § 1 Comment
My trip to Orlando this past weekend was an especially fun one. My gorgeous, itsy-bitsy niece is now a bonafide 1-year old. She’s
walking running and babbling already. Included in her standard gifts of mostly clothes and toys were some baby tattoos and a string bikini from moi. They grow so fast – *sniff*.
Brian also accompanied me (voluntarily!) and met the whole family. He got a very enthusiastic ten thumbs-up from them, especially little Jordin who thought he played very well with others. I even got to show him some old stomping grounds, where I went to college, and where I drank after classes to survive grad school. We also got to see Louis before he graduated and escaped from Orlando for good.
There’s something to be said about the feeling of “home” when you’re completely ensconced in that familiar comfort. No pretenses, no expectations, but just the feeling of walking into a space where you can just be yourself. It was great to be back home, surrounded the most important people in my life.
May 21, 2007 § 1 Comment
March 30, 2007 § 1 Comment
Molly and I rolled into Orlando around sunset. Everything was gilded in the soft salmon that only Florida sunsets can color, and when I opened the driver’s side window before the tollbooth on the turnpike, the car quickly filled with the sweet scent of orange blossoms.
Molly even did extremely well during the ride down, sleeping and playing quietly most of the time. Most importantly, she only threw up after we arrived at my sister’s (as opposed to in the backseat like last time).