Month: August 2012

fun date ideas

A Man in Your Bed Can Be Distracting

Life, after a week-long cruise to Bermuda, can be rather exhausting.  So The Wedding Date and I are off to my parents’ place in the middle of nowhere for the weekend.  In order to provide you all with your daily (okay, semi-daily…) dose of dating related amusement, however, I’d like to direct your attention to HotDateIdeas.com. This week, I’ve written on Where to Meet People and fun date ideas that will allow you and your partner to Try Something New, Together.  I particularly enjoyed working on the latter, mainly because TWD was lying in my bed at the time giving me suggestions and flashing me “come hither” looks all the while asking, “How much am I getting paid for this?”  (I told him I’d buy him a drink.) So enjoy!  And don’t forget to share (not just “like” but share) if you like what you see. (And yes, yes… I know there are typos.  That’s what happens when you get up at 6:00am to head into New York for a film shoot and find yourself …

Royal Caribbean food

Technically, We “Went” to the Gym

For our cruise to Bermuda, I packed six pairs of shoes, five bathing suits, four dresses, three hats, two gowns, and an entire week’s worth of workout wear. Why? Well, Royal Caribbean cruises tend to bring out the worst in me.  By which I mean if I have the option to eat breakfast three different times on the same day, I’m going to take advantage of it.  And if the waiter tells me to go ahead and order as many appetizers, as many entrees and as many desserts as I like, I’m going to take him up on the offer. Most people don’t know this about Royal Caribbean—you really can order every item on the menu if you like—and The Wedding Date didn’t believe me but by the final night of our vacation, he’d taken this to heart. “Three desserts?” I asked in disbelief as he rattled off his selection to our head waiter.  “Really?  Three?” “Not three,” he corrected.  “Two and a half.  Three would be a bit much, don’t you think?” “Oh, of …

teenagers on cruise

Anthropology on Deck 10

I am officially old.  I know this because on Day #1 of our cruise to Bermuda, The Wedding Date and I plunked ourselves down on a pair of deck chairs and spent the entire morning observing the behavior of a group of teenagers to our left. And I was appalled. In the center was a scantily clad brunette of about sixteen.  She was wearing a bright orange bikini from Victoria’s Secret and had acquired an entourage of six male suitors. At first I was impressed—we’d only been on the ship for a matter of hours!—but as I watched the boys fawning all over her, I realized they were all a bunch of idiots.  I mean, let’s do the math: 6 guys + 1 girl = at least 5 rather disappointed suitors. Under the guise of reading our library books, TWD and I spent nearly three hours watching the situation develop.  And thanks to my obnoxiously wide-brimmed hat (not to mentioned TWD’s skill at gossiping in Spanish), they had no idea we were talking about them. …

Bermuda Beach

That Damn Bermuda Triangle

Well folks, it’s over.  No more strolling down the beach hand in hand.  No more champagne.  No more salsa.  No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing.  No more falling asleep next to The Wedding Date or waking up beside him, cursing his alarm and his addiction to the “snooze” button.  No more rum, no more rum cakes, and no more mornings spent drinking coffee in the hot tub watching the sun rise. Because it’s over. No more. Done. By which I mean the cruise of course, not me and The Wedding Date :) We survived.  In fact, for the past week we were inseparable.  No arguments, no disputes, no “My God, can’t you leave me alone for just ONE HOUR???”  I still can’t quite believe it—after everything that’s gone on between us this summer, I was convinced we’d break up somewhere around Day #3 and spend the rest of our vacation trying to avoid one another (which would have been rather difficult given our little matchbox of a room…)—but we made it.  And not only that but I’m convinced …

public displays of affection

Get a Room!

The Wedding Date and I are currently in Bermuda– sans internet— but don’t worry.  I wrote the following last week so you’d have a little something to tide you over until we get back. I’m at my favorite coffee shop, and even though I love the drinks, love the ambiance and love the music, I hate the clientele.  My ideal coffee shop, actually, would be a private coffee shop (I believe most people call these “offices”) but until I land a book deal, publish a best seller and make enough money to purchase my dream home in Queen Village (I have it already picked out, in case you were wondering), I’m stuck here. Fortunately, I love people watching.  In fact, if people watching was an Olympic Sport, I could give Phelps a run for his money.  But it’s not, so I’m left to hone my craft on days such as these. Today’s floor show began with a little brat in ringlets and a striped romper.  First she wanted a donut, then she wanted a bagel, …

brazilian wax

36 Ways to Deal with Unwanted Pubic Hair

Last week, for the benefit of those of you with whom I am not Facebook Friends, I posted the following: Okay ladies… bikini waxing? How do we feel? Seeing as I’m going to be wearing a bikini every day for the next week, I’m considering it but a) I think its gonna hurt, b) I think its gonna be expensive and c) I’ve never had one before so I’m worried that I’m gonna have some sort of adverse reaction and be stuck on a cruise ship looking even worse than before. Thoughts? Also, how long does it last? Will I need a touch up mid-week? The response was almost enough to make me give up blogging.  I received 36 comments for something that took me all of ten seconds to write!  And here I spend hours painstakingly crafting interesting blog posts for your amusement—hmmmph! At any rate, enjoy.  (And for those of who already saw this thread, scroll down to the end to see which option I finally picked!) Jim: I cant wait to read …

handmade picture frame

Bermuda Bound

By the time you read this, The Wedding Date and I will be off to Bermuda!  I’ve already lost my passport, only to discover that I had placed it in the outer pocket of my suitcase specifically so it wouldn’t get lost while I was get my carryon ready, but I think all systems are a go now. Plus, I have not three wide brimmed beach hats. And how you can go wrong with three wide brimmed beach hats?  They’re rather impractical (Samantha Jones never mentioned that in Sex and the City…) and I can barely see out from underneath them but they match my bathing suits and that’s what really matters. Now, rather than go on and on about my next way cool earrings or how many pairs of shoes I’m bringing, I’d like to share a few pieces I written for a website called HotDateIdeas.com. I love talking about dating, and I love telling people what to do, so it’s an awesome gig.  Plus, I get to do arts and crafts (see below). …

funny golf outfits

How to Be In the Olympics When You’re Old

So far, being 27 is pretty cool.  I went to yoga on Monday night, am going again this evening and have scheduled one-hour massage for Thursday so that I’ll be in tip top shape by the time The Wedding Date and I depart for our cruise on Friday. I had a great birthday complete with great friends, great presents and a great round of mini golf (in fact, I’m never golfing again without my bedazzled golf club). As far as I can tell, there are only two bad things about having finally turned 27. Firstly, as you may know, I am, as far as my cleavage is concerned, the exact opposite of well endowed.  Flat at a pancake would not be inaccurate, and whenever sheer desperation compels me to purchase a bra with a reasonable cup size, I eventually realize that I’ve been duped again: you can’t make something out of nothing. But I’ve never lost hope.  “Maybe next year,” has been my unwavering mantra. But it’s been fifteen years of “Maybe next year.” Age …