Jun 29, 2011


One of my favorite blogs is A Cup of Jo, by my favorite former Glamour blogger Joanna Goddard. She now freelances and writes a totally fun blog that everyone should read.

She shared this water slide in Sicily that looks like heaven on those hot summer days:

Everything IS more fun in Europe.

Jun 19, 2011

You'll Thank Me Later

Since I fly rather frequently, I'm lucky that I can catch a few Z's on airplanes. Whether an early morning flight for work or a hangover flight back from a weekend with friends, plane naps have been my saving grace more than once.

I had lunch with a friend today who just returned from a trip to Europe and, of course, had travel issues (as everyone seems to have nowadays). I asked if she at least was able to sleep on the flight to Paris, but she said she couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in and her head kept falling to each side.

If only she'd had my favorite travel companion, she would have gotten a great night's sleep on that 7 hour flight.

I put up with much teasing and judgment from my friends (including "I still can't believe you brought that." It's been six years, get used to it), but I will never go on a long flight (more than an hour) without my my neck pillow. It cradles your head perfectly, and once other passengers see you sleeping like a baby, their jealousy will be palpable (just ask my boyfriend, who didn't "understand" the pillow, until I graciously lent it to him on a flight and he now has his own).

So, 6 a.m. flight to NYC, 7 p.m. flight home from Vegas. Always in style.

Jun 7, 2011

When you gotta have it . . .

Last week I was driving to a happy hour with some of my lady friends, and was apparently being a bit too cautious when turning left on to a VERY busy street. Cue Angry SUV Driver behind me. The sweaty and irate gentleman thought I should fling myself out into traffic, and let me know this by leaning on his horn for a good five seconds, yelling at me (as though I could read his lips through the rear-view mirror).

He proceeded to swerve around me and turn left onto said street. Determined to not let anything taint my pre-happy hour excitement, I figured he was on his way somewhere important (we were close to a few hospitals in the area) and to not judge.

Then I saw him turn into his destination:

I myself am a Wendy's fan, but I guess I have a long way to go before I have a conniption in traffic when someone is standing between me and my jr. bacon cheeseburger.

Jun 2, 2011

A Lot to Show For it

Above are the only souvenirs I bought on my recent trip to my favorite city--Washington, DC. Yes, me, the person who used to buy I Heart NY shirts, keychains, and other souvenirs that I had no use for once I returned home, bought only two things, both very functional: reusable grocery bag at the National Zoo and a business card holder from the National Gallery. Who's grown up now?