Old Quarter. Rush hour.
Honking motorbikes and scooters, people squeezed everywhere, motorbikes with 14 cases of empty Halida bottles bungee-d precariously to the back wheel, buses, cars, people on people on people on motorbikes Read more
Hi there, me again. I’m in an adventure club. Way cool, right? Way cool. My fellow co-founders of the Why Not Adventure Club are two of my favorite friends, Danielle and Callan. By way of introduction: Danielle lives in Austin and knows all the cool stuff, so she keeps me hip. Callan lives in NYC and is the most go-with-the-flow-but-I-get-stuff-done individual on the planet; she keeps me positive. I am the quirky one, and I keep them…confused, mostly. Together we are an unstoppable force. Read more
9am – I’m at the Ohio State Travel immunization office today to get vaccinated for my upcoming trip to Vietnam. Had to drive through a group of picketing anti-vaxxers to get into the office. Someone threw a vanilla latte and an Ugg boot at my car. I got out, yelled “OMG! Jenny McCarthy!” to distract the horde Read more
Hi, I’m Bones. I like long walks on the beach, Yoga in the wee hours of the morning, spending time with my dog, Woofy, and I have an incredible dinosaur bone collection, hence the ‘Bones’ nickname (not really).
Just as a precursor, I have a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor. Don’t judge me, because baby I was born this way. I’m also not a fan of Lady Gaga.
Some of you may be asking yourselves, why ‘Bones’? And the answer is simple: that’s not a real nickname of mine. My name is Caitlin. Call me Caitlin, call me Cait, call my Toni, or call me Tones. But Bones? No thank you. Bones implies: A.) I have an affinity for skeletons, which we already established I do not. B.) I’m into something sexual that would make people (including me) blush or C.) I am nothing but skin and bones. Read more
Metro to Lisbon airport to pick up our awaiting chariot in the form of a Fiat Panda that’s about as aerodynamic and agile as a living room with wheels, filled with Oprah clones.
Bones: “When was the last time you drove stick?”
Me: “Three years ago.”
Bones: “Oh boy…” Read more
Happy Halloween, dear readers.
I love all genres of horror: camp, schlock, slasher, gore, psychological thrillers — you name it, i’ve probably seen it (or own it).
I used to go over my friends’ house when I was a kid and we’d stay up late watching the likes of Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Nightbreed, Tremors, and Space Invaders. This was my hokey impression of horror movies until one faithful night when I was 12. Read more
The Bad: No beating around the bush — Jamaica is a poor nation (97th GDP/capita, out of 187) . The country’s economy has been on a rickety roller coaster since the 70’s resulting in high unemployment rates, inflation, unfinished or abandoned houses/shanties/infrastructure and a (current) dependency on tourism for a quarter of all jobs. It’s also a very violent country with a severe, legal anti-gay (read: lynch-mob) mentality, and the 6th highest murder rate in the world. Read more