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My (Love) Life: Baggage Claim and Layovers

The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy so that new your neighbors don’t think you’re a lesbian) is that you end up with a freezer full of gluten free cookie dough. Then, when the relationship ends as it was—if you are truly honest with yourself—always going to end, you feel compelled to eat said cookie dough, even though you’ve just come back from El Salvador and have sworn off eating all together because you’ve spent a week tossing back steaks, fillet mignons and lobsters stuffed with shrimp. Eventually you put the cookie dough away and decide that a West Wing marathon will do the trick (just as House of Cards did the trick the last time). But as you sit there in your new house, in your new office, watching Netflix on your computer because you don’t have a proper living room yet, it’s easy to feel just a little bit sorry for yourself. After all, …

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Press Trip Lesson #3: El Tiempo

There is something wrong. I know we were supposed to be at the patio for breakfast by 7:00am, and I know I’m at the right patio because there is a woman in a long ruffled skirt setting up eight coffee mugs and napkins on a bright blue table. True, I am 12 minutes late because I decided to put on a bit of proper makeup and take a shower (neither of which I was planning to do when I set my alarm) but the bus wouldn’t, you know, leave without me, would it? I tell myself that abandoning a member of the press in Suchitoto would reflect pretty negatively on the El Salvador tourism board, and seeing as the entire point of flying us all down here was to cultivate good press, they wouldn’t leave without doing a headcount. Plus, I’m learning that when you put a bunch of journalists together, it’s basically the same thing as putting a bunch of dancers together. Or homeschoolers. “7:00am at the patio” means “7:15 or even 7:30” and …

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Press Trip Lesson #1: El Equipaje

As soon as I get to Houston I start scanning the departure gate for people who look like press. Being that this is my first press trip, I don’t necessary know what “press people” look like, but I figure the blonde guy with the backpack and funky looking sneakers is not one of them. At least if he is, I’ve definitely over packed. In my defense, I packed about two hours before my flight. Ordinarily, I never do this, but there was so much to take care of before I left Philadelphia that I just tossed everything I could possibly need into my second-to-largest suitcase. I ended up with five pairs of shoes and two bathing suits but nary a raincoat. I also brought my three-way electrical outlet adapter because it was faster to pack it than to look up whether or not El Salvador has the same type of outlets as we have in the US. (I’ve since learned that they do.) By the time we reach El Salvador, there are about a dozen …

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Of Course, Of Course

The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and your entire life in boxes, a few weeks seems like a very long time. Still, it’s just as well. Now I’ll have no excuse not to work on my house and with any luck, by the time he returns to the US, it will look like an actual home (as opposed to a low-budget, post-apocalyptic film set). We’ve been seeing each other for almost three months now. To be honest, I can’t quite believe it. It’s lovely and very low-stress but we met on the internet. On Plenty of Fish of all places. We were both very recently very single at the time. When we took a road trip out to tour Frank Lloyd Wright’s Falling Water back in August, we spent almost the entire drive home talking about our exes. Who does that? Plus he’s eleven years older than me and likes cats. And both of our respective …

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Just the Seven of Us…

Did I mention that TWD and I are going on another cruise?  Well, we are.  Only this time it’s going to be a bit different from last year’s trip to Bermuda. Firstly, I’m not worried about us breaking up this time.  (I was, admittedly, a bit concerned last summer—the longest we’d ever spent together was two or three days—but we got through it, didn’t kill each other in the process and rather enjoyed ourselves.) Secondly, his entire family is coming.  And yes, I do mean his entire family: kids, parents and even his maternal grandmother. I’m a bit nervous.  I don’t like traveling in groups.  In fact, I don’t really like traveling with anyone.  But this, I suppose, is one of those times when the journey is more important than the destination.  And I’ve already been to the Bahamas, so if I don’t get to check every last tourist attraction off of my to-do list, I can live with that. I’m still doing my best not to reveal the age or gender of TWDs kids …

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Of Grandparents and Suitcases

The good thing about being an adjunct is that trekking across campus gives you the perfect excuse to purchase a trendy new laptop case (red leather, complete with wheels, a handle and multiple “textbook” compartments).  The bad thing is that since I don’t have an office, I don’t have anywhere to keep (or change into) an extra pair of pantyhose. Upon returning home from tonight’s lecture, I discovered that I had a huge double run in my stockings. So much for my Jomar’s powersuit. I wonder if I can cram a spare pair of tights into my new laptop suitcase? Speaking of suitcases, I had the sad duty privilege of escorting my grandparents to the airport yesterday.  My parents had departed for Miami the day before, so it was just me and los abuelos. Even though their suitcases were already packed, their toiletries already stowed and their “important” documents already protected in a clear plastic envelope (we love clear plastic envelopes these days), my grandfather cornered me after I returned from dropping my parents at …

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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 …

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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 took me a little while to get the hang of things: yes, the water bottle they give you when you check in is free.  And yes, the town car that’s going to pick you up in the morning is also free.  The entire staff is so nice that I’m convinced they’re on something and don’t even get me started on the pillows. Oh the pillows. The Oxford actually has a pillow menu but the standard down feather model was pretty darn good as far as I was concerned.  Especially as I had six of them, plus a bolster, plus a down comforter and an entire king-sized bed all to myself. Given that the Oxford was built in the 19th century, …