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Yo, yo, yo…

I’m back.

I feel like I have a million things to tell you all, but I don’t really know where to start.

Let’s begin with DC.  It was pretty good.  Aside from the conference, there was a lot of R&R.  Plus, Camille and I hit the International Spy Museum, which was basically the most amazing thing ever.  Turns out that I would make one helluva spy based on my keen instincts and sharp memory.  At least that’s what the little computerized quizzes at the museum indicated.  I’m not joking when I tell you that I went back to my hotel room and went straight to the CIA website to find out what it takes to be a secret operative.

Possibly the most incredible part of the trip was this:


I spent one afternoon wandering the Washington Mall and stumbled upon a pro-war rally.  After grabbing a bit to eat, I walked straight into THIS – a huge anti-war march that spread from the White House to the Capitol.  I parked myself on a ledge and snapped picture after picture with my Blackberry.  I’d like to add that Santa is apparently opposed to the war in Iraq as well.

I also enjoyed three Smithsonians (Air & Space, American Art, Modern Art), Sushi, a street art fair, margaritas at this sort of crappy Mexican place in Crystal City that happened to be underneath my hotel and therefore was amazingly convenient, and many bowls of crab and corn chowder.  Delish.

Back in Wichita, I hosted this month’s Bunco night.  I made the cutest cupcakes ever (that’s real buttercream frosting and fresh raspberries on top).  The Martha Stewart in me was proud.


Last night, Linda B. and I went with My Cool Boss to our intern’s football game.  It was so fun.  I was proud of him – he was tough.  He’s a lineman and I kept cheering everytime he knocked someone down.

And now it’s back to normalcy for awhile… or a week and a half.  Then I’ll be back in California for Katie’s wedding and a reunion with Martine and family time.


Can I Go Home Now?

I like traveling, I really do.  But I have a very short attention span and a short fuse and little patience.  So basically I’m a pain in the ass.  I’m just tired of being away from home, tired of struggling to pay attention in class, feeling trapped in freezing air conditioned rooms (including my hotel room which, despite me cranking up the thermostat to 75, feels like 60).  I am tired of eating out and subsequently overeating.  Tired of not having Lola to keep me company.  Tired of not being able to have margaritas with Linda B. after an awful day.  Tired of not being able to take breaks with Jenelle to walk down to the basement to get frozen yogurt during the afternoon crawl toward 5:00.  Geez, you’d think I’d been away for months, not four days. 

I also really miss my DVR and hate the fact that Marriotts always seem to have all of their TV channel line-up targeted toward male guests.  I mean, how many ESPNs can one person watch?  Plus every Discovery and History channel and even Spike.  But where is Bravo?  Or MTV?  Or VH1?  Or HSN?  Or Food Network?  Or even some TLC?

I’m sorry.  I’m just whining.  I’m grumpy.  I have the PMS.

Plus, thanks to Facebook, I found out that The Ex is not only married now, but will soon be a father.

And I’m stuck in a cold ass hotel room feeling fat from the chips and margaritas consumed over dinner, dreading sitting in another day of meetings led by boring, completely devoid of personality, super DORKS.  I’m irritated that my $50 flat iron died and I had to buy a cheap ass $20 version from Rite Aid that works better than the $50 one ever did, which only makes me wonder why I ever bought a $50 flat iron when I could have saved $30 and had sleeker, sassier hair all along.  And why is it that the cashmere sweater that I found on clearance at Gap is pilling all over the place when it should just be looking cute and cashmere-like?!  AND FURTHERMORE, I’m just plain TIRED of being SINGLE while my crazy exes are PROCREATING!

WHAT THE EFF?  I need a Starbucks and an attitude adjustment.  And maybe a cute man to knock at my door with a piece of cheesecake.

The Duck Flies at Midnight

I’m headed to Washington, DC on Friday for six days at a nerd convention for work. Seriously. If you guys knew what I did for a living (my day job, that is), you would be completely flabbergasted. In fact, you could probably speculate all day long and never guess exactly what it is I do between the hours of 8 and 5. We’ll keep it like that for now. Just know that it is not glamorous or remotely cool, but pays the bills and provides some mild enjoyment.

ANYWAY, six days in dorkdom aside, this is becoming a bit of an annual trip for me and I will be catching up and having fun with my dear friend, Camille. We wrote for the high school newspaper together. She was editor-in-chief. I was features editor until I decided it was too much responsibility and went on to cover such titilating topics as “Heap of the Week” (a regular feature about the crappiest cars in the school parking lot) and “Pro vs. Con” (like, should we or shouldn’t we have a stoplight in front of the school and can boys and girls just be friends?). I also had the pleasure of reporting on an unfortunate incident in which the mother of a sophomore girl hired a stripper for her daughter’s birthday party. All hell broke loose in the family-friendly community of Pleasanton, CA.  After I uncovered some previously unreported details about the event, the principal threatened me and the journalism teacher called my mom saying things like, “the first amendment” and “revealing her sources” and “contempt of court.”  Oye. DRA-MA. Who knew that writing for The Amadon could be so controversial?

So, back to DC… Camille and I will hang out.  We’ll do Georgetown and monuments and Smithsonians and sushi and, the best part of all, check out the International Spy Museum.  The amateur sleuth in me is ecstatic.

Philly, Part 3

Things I love about hotels:

  1. Room service. That’s totally a given.
  2. Mini condiments that come with room service.
  3. Free copies of USA Today which I faithfully read.
  4. Triangle points on the toilet paper.
  5. Turndown service.
  6. Down comforters and super soft beds.
  7. Unlimited A/C. I turn it down to, like, 65.
  8. Unlimited hot water. I take loooooong showers.
  9. Free HBO. Even though I pay for it at home.
  10. Free toiletries and shower caps. I have an odd shower cap addiction. I have like 20 at home and the collection continues to grow… I’m like the only person under the age of 60 who uses a shower cap. Well, except my mom. Who is totally under 60 and really hot too.
  11. Maid service.
  12. Ice buckets.
  13. Did I mention room service?


I’m heading to Philadelphia on Sunday and I am psyched. Luckily, my job has taken me to quite a few big cities (and quite a few little cities) in the past year. I need that city time. I need to remember what a REAL urban area is like. I need to walk city streets and smell the city smell and be around city people and eat at innovative restaurants and drink a $12 cocktail and shop at the stores I so desperately miss and… I just can’t wait.

I especially can’t wait to do this:

Yeah, I’m gonna get my Rocky on.

Heads Carolina, Tails California

The most amazing thing has happened.

Delta is now offering nonstop flights from Wichita to LAX.

I checked ticket prices and they are in the low $300s.

Southern California friends, get your guest rooms ready…

King of Prussia?

I found out yesterday that I’m heading to the Philly area next month. More specifically, I’ll be hanging out in King of Prussia, which is just the craziest name for a city.

But I am really excited about this trip. Why, you ask? Because King of Prussia is home to the nation’s second largest shopping mall (ironically, the trip was initially going to be to Minneapolis – Mall of America, anyone?).

I’ve already made a list of the stores that I must visit, since Wichita is seriously lacking in the retail department:

Urban Outfitters
J. Crew
Crate and Barrel
Apple Store
Sephora (must get eye pencil for Jill. I had a freakin’ dream about this eye pencil)

This mall is so giant that there are TWO Starbucks.

I will be in training all day long, but oh how glorious the evenings will be! I never check my luggage anymore, but I am bringing a second suitcase for this trip. I can’t wait!

Other good things about my visit to King of Prussia – my high school BFF, Kerry, is only an hour away in New Jersey and we’re hoping to get together. Also, my favorite co-worker, Linda B., is going too. And she is ridiculously fun, so I know it will be amazing