Hula Hula

About a month ago, two friends of mine came up with the idea of going to see the roller derby.  I always want to do something new and different, so I figured I would go one time and see what it is about.   My friend suggested we buy tickets in advanced, and I laughed … More Hula Hula

Doors of Dublin

When I landed in Ireland from Seattle, I had 15 hours in Dublin before jetting off to Budapest at 5am. Between not sleeping well the night before I left Seattle, to not sleeping well on the plane ride over, I was running on empty by the time I landed in Dublin. Adrenaline did the trick … More Doors of Dublin

The Fourth 4th

I woke up in a funk when I realized it was my fourth Independence Day that I’d witnessed in Seattle. I went to pick up all the essentials for my non-barbeque on the rooftop as I would be providing my guests with snacks and wine but most definitely was not hostess enough to fire up … More The Fourth 4th

The Meat Section

“Don’t worry.  You won’t have to go on stage or anything,” I was promised. “Good.  Because I don’t do things like that.  I’ll freeze up.  Or throw up,” I responded. “They take volunteers so they will leave you alone unless you want to participate.” Being a human who prefers to be in a zero participation … More The Meat Section

Disaster Bridesmaid

I flew into Indianapolis in early May, ate dinner with my family, and then took off on a 2 and a half hour drive into the wilderness…or as close to the wild as I get as a city gal. My friend, Katie, was getting married at Turkey Run State Park in Marshall, Indiana. I’m pretty … More Disaster Bridesmaid

Human Hoover

I can throw back some food like no one you know. This is a fact. The irony hasn’t escaped me that I love to eat yet hate to cook.  It’s an anomaly I’ll never understand. My love of cheese is rivaled only by my love of wine.  And that would be the ultimate Sophie’s Choice … More Human Hoover

Vulcan Me Back

My hand was pressed up against the glass window of the restaurant in a Vulcan salute as I tried to make eye contact with two men who were passing by with my best puppy dog sad eyes when the thought occurred to me that I might actually be more competitive than I initially thought. I … More Vulcan Me Back

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