Travel
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Vegas Baby
I spent the weekend in Vegas. The first night I spent alone. The first thing I saw from the plane was the pyramid Luxor, beaming a spotlight straight into the sky. I got out a hundred bucks at the ATM and was surprised to see a hundred dollar bill come out of the dispenser. Welcome to Vegas, where the hundreds flow freely. I got ready in my two-queen-beds hotel room on the 26th floor of the Monte Carlo, spreading my luggage all over the abundance of beds. The view was incomparable – I tried to snap it through the window. The slots were banging and glittering downstairs, and I prowled the casino floor in…
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My Year in Oz Begins
By all rights, I should have gone straight to bed. 55 hours of travel with only patchy bits of sleep does not make for a particularly coherent human being. I just couldn’t, couldn’t close my eyes on that hot sunny day (after leaving a brisk snowy February Indiana), so I dressed in a sarong and tank top (my uniform for that year, and many subsequent). Ben decided to take me downtown to Sydney and show me THE most stunning man-made site I have ever laid eyes on. We strolled down to the bus stop, grabbing a sausage pie on the way (wow, I miss hot pies), and climbed on. The…
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Aaaah, Travel
Lyric for the day – in honor of The Mummy, and The Mummy Returns, which The Professor and I just watched in succession, because we are suckers for corny films: All the old paintings on the tomb They do the sand dance, don’cha know? If they move too quick (Oh-Way-Oh) They’re falling down like a domino And the bazaar man by the Nile He got the money on a bet For the crocodiles (Oh-Way-Oh) They snap their teeth on a cigarette Foreign types with their hookah pipes sing:Way-oh-way-oh-way-ooo-aaa-ooo Walk like an Egyptian. I step off the plane into the terminal, exhausted after 51 hours of travel. 60 hours ago I…
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The Reluctant Grownup
I feel I should probably explain the title of my blog before I get too far into this. See, I have just completed my first full year of working in a job I call a "REAL JOB," with big fat quotation marks. My early twenties were spent earning peanuts in non-profits and loving life, and now I’m trying to be the proverbial ant slaving away for the winter. I liked being a grasshopper better. A quick recap of what I’ve done since college: (1) Went to Australia for a year. Wore the same 5 outfits over and over, had my boyfriend cut my hair, we slept in the back of an…