Monday, September 25, 2006
Meet the Mets
So on Friday Kat, Maria & Sara got me to go to my first ever Mets baseball game. Now, I haven't been to a baseball game in years - no, probably decades. So I was a little bit hesitant to go. But I have to say, we had a great time! Even though the Mets lost it was a fun game, a great time with good friends and plenty of beer. Thanks girls!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Happy 90th Birthday Grandpa!
Finally, some pictures from my (quick) trip home last weekend. Really, 3 days to go from NYC to LA and back again is just not enough. Especially when 12 hours of that is spent on a plane. Ugh!
But the party was great with a live band and lots of family and friends.
But the party was great with a live band and lots of family and friends.
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Travel Sense
I love DailyCandy. Aside from being the perfect distraction from work and providing great deals each and every week, they send out fabulous lists like this one: all about traveling and the tips that will make it easier (or at least reminds you to keep your cool if something crazy happens).
Do as We Say, Not as We Did
We’ve lost luggage, overspent on almonds, been arrested in Puerto Rico, and offended our foreign hosts — all so you don’t have to. Herewith, DailyCandy’s travel commandments.
Don’t pay for luggage carts. Walk outside and grab one that someone left curbside.
Wear socks or be forced to walk through the metal detector barefoot.
If you pack your “personal massager” in your carry-on bag, it will most certainly get searched.
Remember, Europe’s on the metric system so calories don’t count.
The time spent at a cultural event should be inversely proportional to the time spent at the cafe next door.
Tip well. If you’re American, tip even better.
You’re not a traveler if you can’t haggle; you’re a tourist. But you’re also not a traveler if you haggle for six hours; you’re a cheap bastard.
When disaster strikes — and it will — relax. Remember: It’s all part of the adventure and will make for a great story later.
You are far more likely to get in an accident while driving a rented car. Get the insurance.
When in Rome, go topless. But when in Puerto Rico, wear a shirt. Trust us. (It’s illegal.)
A language barrier is not an obstacle; it’s an excuse to avoid small talk and gesticulate wildly.
Learn some local geography: Sweden and Norway are not “real close.”
Learn some local slang: One country’s tobacco is another country’s hash.
You call it a romantic three-day weekend; the airlines call your Friday night departure a sitting duck. Keep a plan B at point A just in case a jauntily named storm comes between you and paradise.
If you order coffee in your hotel room, ask for it in a to-go cup. It’s a much bigger serving, especially if cappuccino or latte.
Buy your own water at the nearest convenience store. You’re a true sucker if you pay for the bottles in the room.
Step. Away. From. The minibar. Have it locked if you cannot restrain yourself.
The Eiffel Tower is great and all, but it’s not officially a vacation unless there’s a beach and an umbrella drink. (I do disagree with this commandment - I think a beach & umbrella is great, but I would say it's not a vacation without a little adventure and a big backpack).
Do as We Say, Not as We Did
We’ve lost luggage, overspent on almonds, been arrested in Puerto Rico, and offended our foreign hosts — all so you don’t have to. Herewith, DailyCandy’s travel commandments.
Don’t pay for luggage carts. Walk outside and grab one that someone left curbside.
Wear socks or be forced to walk through the metal detector barefoot.
If you pack your “personal massager” in your carry-on bag, it will most certainly get searched.
Remember, Europe’s on the metric system so calories don’t count.
The time spent at a cultural event should be inversely proportional to the time spent at the cafe next door.
Tip well. If you’re American, tip even better.
You’re not a traveler if you can’t haggle; you’re a tourist. But you’re also not a traveler if you haggle for six hours; you’re a cheap bastard.
When disaster strikes — and it will — relax. Remember: It’s all part of the adventure and will make for a great story later.
You are far more likely to get in an accident while driving a rented car. Get the insurance.
When in Rome, go topless. But when in Puerto Rico, wear a shirt. Trust us. (It’s illegal.)
A language barrier is not an obstacle; it’s an excuse to avoid small talk and gesticulate wildly.
Learn some local geography: Sweden and Norway are not “real close.”
Learn some local slang: One country’s tobacco is another country’s hash.
You call it a romantic three-day weekend; the airlines call your Friday night departure a sitting duck. Keep a plan B at point A just in case a jauntily named storm comes between you and paradise.
If you order coffee in your hotel room, ask for it in a to-go cup. It’s a much bigger serving, especially if cappuccino or latte.
Buy your own water at the nearest convenience store. You’re a true sucker if you pay for the bottles in the room.
Step. Away. From. The minibar. Have it locked if you cannot restrain yourself.
The Eiffel Tower is great and all, but it’s not officially a vacation unless there’s a beach and an umbrella drink. (I do disagree with this commandment - I think a beach & umbrella is great, but I would say it's not a vacation without a little adventure and a big backpack).
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