SantaCon v. 3.0

It’s official:  SantaCon remains my favorite Seattle spectator sport three years running.  My first SantaCon set the bar relatively high for the rest of them, losing a member of our party at only our second stop and waking up with a fireball tattoo on my wrist and a Virgin Mary candle in my purse. This … More SantaCon v. 3.0

Resting Grinch Face

On occasion something happens that really forces me to take a step back and evaluate where I’m at in life.  I had one of those moments last week–a “come to Jesus” moment if you will. Nothing makes me genuinely have to reassess my life choices like having to do laundry for the sole purpose of … More Resting Grinch Face

The Bus Disease

It was a cold and rainy Seattle morning, and I had just finished texting a friend of mine a story about my inherent uncoolness.  I put my phone away and stepped on the bus.  It turned the corner as I was walking down the middle of the aisle looking for an open seat.  And in … More The Bus Disease

Mixed Signals

I was walking in my neighborhood, running some errands as I routinely do every weekend, when I heard some asshole of a child yell, “AAAHHHHH!  It’s so scary!” and whipped around to see him pointing my direction. I opened my mouth, ready to verbally berate him for being a little shit and for referring to […]

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Keep Austin Weird

In my brain, Austin was a land of tacos, bbq, and blues, so I figured there was no way I wouldn’t love it.  Plus leaving the cold and rainy temperatures of Seattle to soak up some sunshine is always a plus for me. When I arrived, I wondered how I was in Texas–a state that … More Keep Austin Weird

13 Hours

I say it all of the time, but I really do hate flying.  I hit a moment of terror before jetting off on my trip to Australia where I got scared shitless and my heart started racing and I had to talk myself down. It isn’t the fear of the unknown either.  I was excited … More 13 Hours

The Art of Packing

Packing should be something that I have down to a science at this point in my life. I’ve taken hundreds of flights, and yet somehow this is one of those things I loathe and still can’t wrap my head around. Don’t get me wrong: I have a drawer of travel-sized liquids to throw in my … More The Art of Packing