Those who know me really well, my innermost posse of writers, drunks and hockey fans, know that I've always had a bit of an obsession with Greek history. Well, I love "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and a good Feta. So this week when I was celebrating my personal spirit animal, Dionysus (aka cousin to the … Continue reading Ask the drunk Oracle of Delphi anything
Here we are at another New Year's Eve. Don't worry, I won't be lamenting my New Year's Eve Millenium nightmare (I won't even link it.) I'm not sad. I'm just...different this year. Along with most of the world, or at least the rest of the world I follow on social media, I joined in the … Continue reading Thanks 2016, but don’t let the door hit you…
I didn't go on this trip to fall in love, or even lust, with some Nordic looking tall freak of nature. That's a good thing, because it didn't happen. It was nice to fantasize about though before I landed. Once I actually arrived, my OCD took over and I was so obsessed with my overzealous … Continue reading Walk, drink and walk some more… Part IV – Still in Iceland
I want a champion. Blame it on being hormonal and watching “Eat Pray Love” for the 256th time this weekend. I don’t want a man, I want a champion. Ugh. It saddens me to say that I’m a cliché now. I worked damn hard at becoming an independent badass. I’ve spent the last few weeks really … Continue reading What’s in a name? A LOT.