People just assume I'm an extrovert because I crack jokes all the time. I must be the most entertaining person to hang out with. Oh, you have front row tickets to a strip club? Yeah, I'm not your girl. I realize that my regular readers are probably tilting their heads at the screen in confusion, much … Continue reading Tales from an introvert fangirl
It’s official. New Year’s Eve 2015 was the worst. And I’m not just saying that because I was forced to watch the NBC Carson Daly crapfest with Miss Daisy only to have them not even show the ball drop while I listened to NeNe Leakes talk about her wig collection. It didn’t feel like New … Continue reading Living well is the best revenge. Onward!
I think if this writing blog doesn’t turn into a career-breaking writing gig, I might publish a guide to male strip clubs. Sort of like Zagat’s, or Rick Steves. I know I would buy it. As another birthday creeps up on me like a bad rash (not that I know about such things), my friend … Continue reading My ratings guide to male strippers
One of the most important events in my divorce recovery was a girls’ weekend trip to Montreal four months after I moved out. The idea came up at happy hour one night, when my friends Meghan, Carly & I decided to take a road trip for a long weekend. Even though it was early spring, the weather … Continue reading The Walk of Shame is better in another country
I have often joked that I must have been a horrible person in a past life to have the screwed-up life I have today. Maybe I killed Jimmy Hoffa. Or worse, maybe I brought smallpox to the New World and wiped out colonies of Native Americans. Perhaps I was a villanous saucy pirate wench. Clearly there … Continue reading I Am Canadian (in a past life)
There is a scene in this season’s finale of Downton Abbey where the Dowager Countess Violet (Maggie Smith) laments to fellow spinster cousin Isobel: “I will never again receive an immoral proposition from a man. Was I so wrong to savor it?” I am obsessed with this show, but this line may be my favorite. The … Continue reading Excuse me, have you seen my hojo?