Month: August 2015

How The Princess Bride Screwed Up My Love Life.

Posted on
Aug 31, 2015
28
Posted in: Random Musings

A brief note of impending awesomeness: for the next few days, I will be rambling, sometimes coherently, sometimes not, about The Princess Bride. But Geraldine, you find yourself saying, isn’t this a travel blog? To which I will reply, enthusiastically, “OF COURSE IT SORT OF IS.”   And the payoff, travel-wise, is a rather big…

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Adoration in Photos: Then and Now

Posted on
Aug 27, 2015
7

October 2010. Sofia, Bulgaria. I call my expression in this photo “adoringly demented.” Because it is.   July 2015. Oxford, England.   Notice that: I continue to wear earrings the size of salad plates. I have managed to tone down the “I am going to eat your skin” crazy face. Rand has inexplicably gotten handsomer.

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History 225: Nuptials of Friends in Foreign Lands

Posted on
Aug 17, 2015
21
Posted in: Personal Essay

I like watching history unfold. I am understandably fascinated by those moments that dominate the headlines, that will become fodder for essay questions in college classes a hundred years from now. The time we landed on the moon. The time communism fell. The time Obama was elected. My affections do not end there, limited to the…

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The Donald Trump Republican Presidential Debate Drinking Game

Posted on
Aug 6, 2015

There is something perversely wonderful about tonight, Jon Stewart’s last night on The Daily Show, coinciding with the Republican Presidential debates, of which Donald Trump is a front-runner. Like, he’s actually the front-runner. That is a fact. There’s something like 28 people vying to be the Republican nominee (it’s starting to look like some weird, post-apocalyptic version…

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  • Downtown Flemington is obviously haunted but still super charming.
  • I can't deal with this. #toocute #babytequila
  • Philadelphia in the snow is breaking my heart.
. . . . 
#snow #Philadelphia #independencemall
  • Finally got to meet Niko. This is the closest I came to getting a clear shot of the little squirmer.
  • It's snowing here in Philly and we're trying to keep warm.
  • He's never not cute.
  • Walked through the Italian Market in Philly because Rand had never been, and encountered a bunch of guys who were dressed like Burgess Meredith and quoting lines from Rocky. No, for real.
  • He fell asleep on his hair on the flight over and asked me to fix it.
  • I couldn't resist.
  • Me: I'm thinking of writing, 'Sixteen years ago these two kids went out on their first date.' What should be the next line?
Him: ... "The next morning they went out on their second"?
Me: Damn it.

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