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…

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…

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…

A Scandal at Sea

Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date.  Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple.  To say I’m excited is an understatement—I’m ecstatic, so ecstatic in fact that I’ve already begun trying on all of my formal wear and managed to get myself stuck inside…

paddle boarding in Poconos

Swimming with Snakes in the Poconos

We’re lounging on the beach in Dingman’s Ferry covertly sipping wine, sangria and various rum concoctions from our water bottles when my friend suddenly announces that there’s a snake in the water. A freakin’ snake. In the same water that we’ve just canoed across to get to said beach, and the same water that we…

Continental Divide

The Highest I’ve Ever Been (Denver, obviously)

It’s a good thing that I don’t harbor any secret aspirations to climb Mount Everest.  Firstly, my mother would probably kill me.  Secondly, a weekend in Colorado has forced me to admit that high altitudes do not agree with me. Actually it might be all of the complimentary champagne that doesn’t agree with me.  And…

King deluxe at the Oxford

Heaven is a Down Pillow- Or Six

I have officially died and gone to heaven.  And by heaven, I mean Denver, Colorado.  Specifically The Oxford Hotel, a luxury “boutique” hotel in the heart of LoDo (which I now know means Lower Downtown—the epicenter of all things cool in the Mile-High City). Having never spent the night in luxury boutique hotel before, it…