It isn’t a secret that I have the world’s tiniest bladder. Anyone who knows me well knows that within my wheelhouse of weird knowledge, there is a mental Rolodex of the closest and nicest public restrooms. It’s the reason I’m bad on road trips, and half the reason I want an aisle seat on planes … More To Pee or Not To Pee?
I stood talking to the police officer at the Palm Springs convention center repeating in my head, “You are so close to the end. You are so close to the end. Now is not the time to lose your shit.” I was working this convention solo, and I had walked in that morning only to … More Palm Springs Drag Queens
I unzipped the garment bag with the dress that I was planning on wearing to a wedding in a mere matter of hours to find out that it had a stain on it and I had to come up with a plan B, which I most definitely did not have in me, considering I was … More Night at the SAM
I apologize in advanced because I don’t like to post things that are serious or even semi-serious because that’s not how I know how to deal with things. I joke around a lot and sidetrack conversations because it’s really the only coping mechanism I have. I see the humor in a lot of things that … More Lauck Blood
As it always goes, my final full day in Cuba arrived in the blink of an eye. After a full day of moseying through the city, Mariska and I decided to hit the daquiri bar with The Russian as a final hurrah. He had been kind enough to charge my phone in his hotel room, … More Dirty Money–Cuba Part 5
The story goes that Hemingway went to Cuba for a fishing trip, but then loved it so much that he moved there years later. He ended up living in Cuba for 20 years. Needless to say, there are plenty of Hemingway sites to check out on a trip to Cuba which I was determined to … More Hemingway’s Havana–Cuba Part 4
Mariska and I woke up and were ready for breakfast at 9am sharp. Gerardo’s wife made us a breakfast spread that left no room for hunger: rolls, eggs, vegetables, a fruit platter, smoothies, coffee and tea. We sat at the table, stuffed, when Gerardo came in and sat down, making sure we had a good … More Blondie Abroad–Cuba Part 3
We drove down the dusty Havana back roads and arrived at our casa particular. It’s basically a home stay situation where you occupy a room in the residence of a local Cuban rather than a hotel. It’s cheaper, it’s more authentic, and I felt good supporting local people rather than a hotel. Our host, Gerardo, … More BYOTP–Cuba Part 2
Please note, I’m starting at the very beginning of my Havana trip, but my Cuba adventure series will be painted in several parts. Bear with me as I have lots of tales to tell, but plan on keeping them short and approachable. I was freaking out days before my Havana adventure, as I always do … More Flop Sweat–Cuba Part 1
It hit me yesterday morning when I woke up in a cold sweat at 2am that I was going to Cuba in 3 days and wanted to spill my cookies immediately. This happens before every trip I take. I tend to freak out and convince myself I’ve made a huge mistake every single time I … More Spilling My Cookies
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