Tag: Tourism
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
Duck Boat Tour in Boston, Massachusetts
I never once thought I’d find myself on a duck boat. I’ve seen them in Seattle and New Orleans, and heard absurd quacking emanating from them. But you know what? Not only did I get on one at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning but I quacked. That’s right, I honked with the rest of the crowd and I loved it. I liked it because you learn so many interesting facts about the city. In this case it was JFK’s favorite restaurant and his apartment on the side for any naughty affairs he may (or may not) have
Week in Review #2
The week flew by, did it not? It’s such a beautiful day and I may have to go for a walk but first, it’s time to do my week in review! I was feeling chit chatty earlier this week and talked everything from building a website to discussing how incredible Simone Biles is. I’ve been using the Caribbean Black Soap from Fox Trading Co. and have decided I need to use more of their stuff. I’ve even got my boyfriend hooked. These are quality soap bars, make no mistake! I’m continuing with Barre classes and the hopes of having a
Craigdarroch Castle, Victoria, British Columbia
“I’m going to see a castle!” I said joyously. “Actually, it’s not technically a castle.” said basically everyone in response, because apparently all of humanity has been to Europe and seen real castles. Even the server at the Empress who overheard my comment had to chime in and say it was too small to be a castle. I found this annoying because despite being an adult, I still find the ideas of castles to be enchanting and full of magic, but damned if they aren’t right. Even Wikipedia uses quotations around the word “castle” to denote that Craigdarroch is merely
Chicago on Broadway!
I’m so lucky. I need to stress that. I am so incredibly lucky. My favorite musical of all time is Chicago. The plot line involves a prison full of women who are there because they murdered their significant others. As the musical unfolds, you watch as they build defenses based on lies and try to use the media to their advantage. I love the music, the storyline, Roxy Hart’s devious ways, and Velma Kelly’s attempts to maintain her fame. It’s sexy. It’s funny. And it’s even better live and on Broadway. My significant other might have had concerns about my complete adoration for a story
Chocolatiere de Victoria, a Shop in Victoria, British Columbia
I got drunk on truffles. You read that right. I GOT DRUNK ON TRUFFLES. That’s not meant to be a metaphor. The truffles I ate were infused with brandy. Taking a bite literally felt like taking a shot of the hard stuff. It made my belly warm, my mouth happy and me tipsy. I’m what you might call a “lightweight”. When in Victoria, British Columbia, this new novel idea was presented to me in the shop Chocolatiere de Victoria as I sniffed for truffles. I had never seen them with alcohol and there were so many options! I wanted one
An Open Letter to Boston, Massachusetts
Dear Boston To be honest, I have a bias towards you. I have family here so it always gives me warm feelings when I arrive within your city limits. Your city, while holding many monuments, is not a tribute to the past. It is an example of change, progressiveness and revolution. I found myself standing on history while feeling like history is still being made. It was a strange connection to the past and present that I cannot quite communicate in words. 2 hours later, enjoying a downpour! My boyfriend through gritted teeth was saying, “this is not the time