I’ll be honest. My man and I are snobs when it comes to where we stay. We like boutique hotels. Places with character. Places where you feel a bit fancier than you normally would. So I bet you’re wondering why the hell we stayed at the Quality Inn and Suites. Welllll, there’s a LIMIT to how much we are willing to spend and I am sorry, but hotels in Rehoboth Beach are ridiculous. No way in hell am I spending $400-$500 for one night’s stay. Are you kidding me? It’s not like it’s the Ritz in the middle of New
Category: Travel
The National Museum of Natural History – Washington D.C.
When we arrived in Washington D.C., my boyfriend kindly asked me what I would like to see. Like a child hyped on pixie stix, I shouted “DINOSAURS!” because the six year old kid that is my soul still wondered in awe at the behemoths that used to roam the world. “Oh yeah! Or we could go to the museum of space and–“ “But there are DINOSAURS.” “There’s that too. We could also visit the Lincoln Memorial–“ “And we could DINOSAURS.” “…That’s not even a sentence.” “DINOSAURS.” Since I had been reduced to incoherence, we decided that we should go to
Central Park, New York City, New York
When you visit a place like Central Park, you have expectations. And mine included a vast area of nature in the middle of a sprawling urban jungle. It sort of was that and it sort of wasn’t. I think I forgot that it was a park like any other one I could find in my own city and not an actual wilderness full of untouched human land. I don’t even know why I had this concept of Central Park to begin with. I’d seen enough photos of Mariah Carey walking her dog on the concrete pavements to know better. There
Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.
I was famished when I walked into Pressed. I had been up at six am, skipped breakfast, got stuck in traffic, rattled around on a duck boat tour and by eleven o’ clock, walking around Boston, I was ready to start eating my own hand off, because I needed food ASAP. Visions of bacon and French toast were dancing in my head. It was going to be delicious and full of calories. The BEST kind of brunch, you know? My aunt said she knew the perfect place! And off we went to Pressed. Spoiler alert: It was not the perfect
The History of the Little Black Dress
The title of this post is a little misleading. It implies that you’re going to get a discussion on how the little black dress evolved, its origins, and how it became the iconic and timeless wardrobe classic that it is. But really, all you’re going to get is pictures, because I really like pictures and hate reading little museum placards. And that’s where I saw this, the Washington State History Museum where this was their current exhibit. My boyfriend, thoughtful guy that he is, knew that I’d enjoy the time warp back to the start of the little black dress.
The Story of Floofy, the Unwanted Sloth
We were in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware when one of those damn carnival games lured in my significant other. It was the one where you shoot water into a clown’s mouth and whoever gets the most in wins. He always wants to play it because he never loses. NEVER. And lo and behold he won! And thus started a journey with a sloth that he promptly named Floofy (I’ve banned him from ever naming our pets.) Upon winning, the kid next to us barely lost and I overheard his father telling him he did a great job. I told my significant
My Beef with the Washington State Fair
This fair is an utter rip off. Like holy cow, why I don’t I just give you the PIN number to my debit card and hand over all the security information for my Visa while I’m at it. Oh, you need my checkbook too? Great, let me make sure you have my signature while we’re at it. This is horror disguised as rides, popcorn, and carnival games at its best. Let’s do a small round up shall we? Luckily, me and the man got to enter the fair for free since I’m in education and we get free passes. Students
The Royal British Columbia Museum, Victoria, British Columbia
My man and I visited the Royal British Columbia Museum awhile back, and I’ve neglected to write about it. Which is shameful because it was quite delightful wandering through it! First off, you guys should probably understand I’m not the *best* when it comes to museums. I look at things to “ooh” and “aah” over, then get impatient when the people I’m with read every placard because they’re actually trying to learn or something civilized like that. I’m basically explaining to you that my mental abilities are that of a four year old as soon as I enter an exhibit. Below
The Madera, a Kimpton Hotel in Washington D.C.
I don’t know what it is about Kimpton hotels, but I seem to be on a bad streak with them. The last time I stayed at the Palladian Kimpton in Seattle and was hugely disgruntled with the bathroom facilities. This time, at the Madera Kimpton in D.C., I was just an all around hot mess. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve every been such a spaz before–and that’s saying something! It all started with the shower. The bathroom is small which is both good and bad. Good, because they put the sink and mirror part outside of the bathroom so I