– Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange: Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted. Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted. Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you? Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to…
– Have you ever found yourself doing something and had the stunning realization that you are, in fact, a grown-up? Like the first time you get behind the wheel of a car by yourself. Or when you put down the safety deposit on your very own apartment. Or when the D.A. tells you that you’re going…
– Some of the replies to last Thursday’s post (via the comments, Twitter, and Facebook) hit me pretty hard. I have figured that several years of blogging would have thickened my skin, so my reaction surprised me (also surprising: when I got teary over an Olympics-themed Visa commercial. These damn steroids have turned me into a…
We stayed at the Harbor Court Hotel during our last trip to San Francisco. Every afternoon they had chocolate chip cookies and popcorn in the foyer. I didn’t really notice much else, because come on – free popcorn and free chocolate chip cookies? I’d sleep in a Ford Pinto and give it five stars if you handed…
– I don’t get interior decorating. This shouldn’t be too much of a surprise to anyone. I can barely dress myself, and I have the benefit of being scorned publicly by my peers – I can learn from positive reinforcement (no one laughed hysterically the moment I walked into the room? Great. Wear that outfit…
Hotel Balmes, where we stayed for a few days during our trip to Barcelona last fall, stands out in my memory not for its convenient location nor its seemingly bored-to-tears staff. No. The perfectly-adequate-but-still-lacking-jamon-serrano breakfast does not really jump out at me, either, and our view (of an air duct) leaves no distinct mark on…
Dear InterContinental Hotel, I get the feeling you are trying to tell me something. I just can’t figure out what it is … – Perhaps it will come to me after I’ve finished blow-drying my hair in the bathtub.* Sincerely, The Everywhereist *Oh, calm down. I used a sealant to protect my roots. AND…
I have a brilliant idea for a horror movie. It would begin like this: A couple – a young man and woman – enter a hotel room. For the purposes of casting, let’s say that the man, dark-haired, bearded and handsome, will be played by Joshua Jackson. And the woman will be played…
In the wake of a few miserable hotel stays, Rand has hit his limit. He has, apparently, had enough of toilets that don’t flush properly and continental breakfasts that look like the remnants of a cold-war-era kitchen after a particularly harsh winter. “We’re going to start staying in nicer places,” he told me the other…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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