Travel Blooper Friday: (Ano)the(r) Great Underwear Debacle
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
The 12 Hour Marathon Date
You know those people who go on first dates that last like for 12 hours? With men they meet on the internet? Those people confound me.…
Blues Dancing, or Why I Need Tequila
I never to go to bars by myself and I never do tequila shots but its 10:00pm on Friday night, about 12 hours before I have…
Must Love Dancing
You’ll have to forgive me. I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and…
What Happens in Atlantic City…
Being a good Sou’ Philadelphian, I spent the weekend “down the shore” at my parents’ beach rental with my college roommate. At least that was the…
Slightly Less Trouble, Part 3
“I don’t believe in signs,” I found myself saying to TWD several house later as I sat in my car in the parking lot at Bryn…
How To Tell You’re Becoming an Old Lady
I am officially old. I know this because when I got home from work on Friday afternoon, my first thought was “I’d really like to take…
Just About Tapped Out…
This morning I spent a good three minutes standing in the bathroom, staring at my pink Schick Quattro razor trying to remember how to change the…
How to Wallow… Productively
So in addition to Monday being The Day Date #7 Drove Back to His Side of the State, it was also the My First Day of…
The First Round: An Index
Number of students who performed sans hairpieces due to too quick of a quick change: 2 Number of times I freaked out about this: 0 Numbers…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 