If you watch “Intervention” (my occasional autobiography on Sundays), you know the scene: The subject is on the plane, heading to rehab and then there’s a sort of relief that comes over you? That’s how I felt (minus the rehab portion) Thursday morning. I was heading to Boston for a wedding, and inconveniently got sick…
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Sunday Scaries
Yesterday, I drove back at 8:30am from the quintessential CA destination for the 4th- Orange County. As we drove through Long Beach, I presented the idea of stopping by the Aquarium of the Pacific, so I could throw myself into the shark tank. Sunday Scaries. I’ve referred to these as Sui Sundays for the past six…
Read MoreViva La Quinta
The swan said it all. The swan and Pitbull music blasting at 3pm set the tone of our Memorial Day trip to Palm Desert. I envisioned my stay in Palm Springs to be calmer, quieter, than my past desert adventures- Coachella, Vegas, and Tucson. I can now add La Quinta to the list. I walked into the adult…
Read MoreAccosted
I was attacked in San Francisco. By Fireball, Corgi’s, and a drunk fool on Chestnut. Ok, well maybe not the first two, those were consensual. What was not was some drunk guy casually grabbing my boob while walking past me at 7PM on the way to dinner. Sexually assaulted in San Fran. 1. Can you…
Read MoreDesert Retreat
Since attending school at the U of A, I have become such a fan of the desert. LA weather has been so meh lately and I really wanted to relax in the heat. I ventured to the Parker Palm Springs in hopes of achieving an extremely relaxing/drinking experience. The whole interior of the hotel is…
Read MoreLos Cabos
To all those people who said to me, “Lisa, if you just lay out for 30 minutes a day, you will get a tan.” You were all wrong. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! I decided to tan at my tropical vacation for three days straight. When I got home, I realized my sunburn on my chest was…
Read MoreSF
My image of San Francisco has changed since i’ve gotten older. My first memories are from Pier 39 and the anti-climatic Alcatraz. I remember Pier 39 as the Venice of SF, with the scary silver-painted performers and the obnoxious Kazoo’s. That was a negative memory, but being the marine lover that I am, I remember…
Read MoreNYC pt. deux
I have no excuse for being so lazy and not writing about my fab trip to NYC. I will say, that I continued to go out after I came back, and because of that I am now sick. I do this to myself. When I pulled up to Jen’s apartment, I felt like I was…
Read MoreY’all
I knew from the moment I was at baggage claim I was going to experience culture shock. Southern accents. Oh my gaw. The Y’alls. The pearls. The polos. The monograms. YEEHAW. The unfriendly person who drove us to our hotel decided to tell us how he didn’t like Dallas. He was the only wet blanket…
Read MoreThe Chi
I want to say I could live in Chicago, but then again I ‘ve never been there for the “unbearable” winters or humid summers. It seems the weather has always been on my side when i’ve visited. It was a lovely 40 degrees and sunny. Thank baby jesus. I am too tired to go into…
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