Month: August 2009

Dick Move, Food Court Lady!

Posted on
Aug 28, 2009
Posted in: Dick Move

I’ve noticed how easy it is to find material for “Dick Move!” posts, and it has me slightly worried. Are people just universally dicks? Does travel bring out the worst in people? Am I hyper-sensitive because I try really hard to be nice and don’t understand why old ladies are ALWAYS TELLING ME OFF? It’s…

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Even the signs are sarcastic

Posted on
Aug 21, 2009
Posted in: WTF

Dear Seattle Parks and Recreation, I don’t know if I like your tone, young lady.   Sincerely, The Everywhereist p.s. – Thanks to Ben for taking this picture because I am lame and forgot my camera.

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Dick Move, Garden Center Lady

Posted on
Aug 18, 2009
Posted in: Dick Move, WTF

Okay, so first off, apologies for a dick move on my part: I realize that postings have been rather slow as of late, and I’m truly sorry if I’ve disappointed either of my readers (Hi, guys!). I’ve been rather busy, and totally blocked (seriously, I tried posting about my friends’ wedding roughly 4 times with no…

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Superfluous Travel Item I Need (Kinda): Flybags 1-Quart Bag

Posted on
Aug 13, 2009
Posted in: S.T.I.N.K.s

I don’t like “making do”. I probably should be more flexible. It certainly would help me a lot in my travels. Life would be easier. Because as it stands, I’m not great at improvising. Luke would have froze to death on Hoth because of me. I am rambling, aren’t I? I blame it on the…

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Dick move, Knitting-needle Lady!

Posted on
Aug 12, 2009

A few months ago, we flew back from Boston (and boy were our arms tired! No … seriously. My bag was kinda heavy). During the flight, I noticed the woman in the window seat across the aisle from us looking frantically for something after the crew had come to pick up trash. She was upset,…

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  • Dinner with these handsome fools.
  • Finished products. Feeling pretty darn pleased.
  • One of us is not doing a good job of handling the prospect of returning home.
  • Staring from the stairs. Seriously, all hotels need to be built in old monasteries, don't @ me.
  • Him: Take my arm.

Me: *incoherent giggling*
  • It is incredibly hard to capture how incredible our hotel in Canelli is. It was once a monastery, and monks lived here for a hundred years. The halls echo, the ceilings are vaulted, and we eat breakfast in an old stone cellar.
  • A bit of Michelin starred magic this evening. Veal cheeks with onions, foraged salad, tajarin with loads of truffles, and a chocolate soufflé. And then she threw her pants out the window.
  • Rooftops in Barbarello.
  • Foggy rooftops in Canelli. We're staying at a hotel that was once a monastery above this little town.
  • Having such a ball with these goobers.

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