SUBSCRIBEThe City of Blizzardly Love
I’m back from my weekend in Philadelphia, and while it didn’t go exactly as planned, it was still lovely to get away from the city and the job for a couple days, see a friend I haven’t seen in a few years, and just enjoy the excitement that comes with traveling and experiencing places with which you are less familiar.
There was one point at the last minute where it looked like the trip wouldn’t happen at all. An hour before I was due aboard my bus, I got an email from them saying my reservations had been cancelled due to an impending snow. I thought it was just going to be your basic, run of the mill snow and was a little angry that they were canceling for something that I assumed was nothing more than a little bit of snow, so immediately went into Plan B mode and found an alternate way there via the trains. Sure, it was twice as expensive, but by this point I was already mentally on my little weekend getaway and nothing was going to stop me.
Cut to a couple hours later and I arrive in Philadelphia. I ascend the steps of the train station to come above ground and find myself in a full-on blizzard. Ok, MegaBus, you’re forgiven.
Philly ended up getting over two feet of snow that weekend, which did put a damper on the activities a little bit. It didn’t necessarily stop us from doing anything, but it did make it slightly less enjoyable and more difficult to travel around, but when all was said and done, it was fine.
However, I am beginning to think my travel in 2010 is cursed and causes freezing temperatures. I went to Orlando in January and they had record low temperatures. I go to Vermont and spend the day skiing on a freezing mountain. And now I go to Philly and cause a horrible blizzard. Perhaps I should stay put until spring.
This is a picture Danny (my friend and host for the weekend) and I took while walking around some of the historic sites in the city. And no, your eyes do not deceive you. Bossy Bear tagged along and I will share some of his pictures later this week.
If… (Week 97)
This is week ninety-seven in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you just learned you had exactly one year to live, what would you do with your remaining time?
Travel the world making whoopie with the hottest men on the planet.
If you were to have only one of the prime virtues, which one would you want to possess?
The one that let’s me know what a prime virtue is.
If you could break one current world sports record, which one would it be?
Most Olympic golds.
If you had to recall the worst date you’ve ever been on, which one was it?
The one that involved me passing out.
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
A Weekend of Brotherly Love
I have this weekend off from work (that’s two in a row!) and decided to celebrate.
So, at the last minute (I decided a couple of hours ago), I made the decision to spend the weekend in Philadelphia! My friend Danny lives there and I haven’t seen him, or the city, in four years now, so I’m overdue for a visit.
I feel like 2010 is turning into the year of travel. First Orlando, then a ski trip to Vermont, and now Philadelphia all within the first five weeks of the year. That kind of travel is unprecedented for me!
I’m not complaining though. I always claim I want to travel more. It’s about time I walk the walk, no?
So, tomorrow after work, I’m hopping aboard the Megabus and heading off to Philly. And I’m not coming back until I’ve found me some of that Brotherly Love.
Wait. That doesn’t sound right.
No, wait. Yes it does.
Fun on the Slopes
One of the items on my Life List has now gladly been crossed off.
This past weekend I went skiing with my good friend Lorianne. I was nervous, but mostly excited to try something new and finally experience what I always thought looked like a lot of fun.
What transpired was a mix of “This isn’t so hard!” and “OMGOMGOMGOMG I CAN’T STOP I CAN’T STOP ABORT ABORT ABORT!!!”
Here are some pictures of our day at Okemo Ski Resort in Vermont. Pay more attention to the ones where I am standing and less attention to the ones where I look like Bambi learning to walk.
If… (Week 96)
This is week ninety-six in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you had to choose the worst telephone call you’ve ever had, what call was it?
The call that kept me from taking an incredible job back in 2001. Who knows where I would be right now had I taken that job.
If you had to choose the best telephone call you’ve ever had, which was it?
The one I got in 1998 where I found out I had been named State Champion (something nobody from my school had managed before or since, I might add) was pretty sweet.
If you could have the hair of someone you know, whose would you take?
Almost anyone’s. I hate my hair.
If you had to serve a life sentence in jail for one crime, what crime would you commit?
Certainly not murder. I don’t think I could ever be that angry at someone to do that. And not rape. I’m not physically strong enough to do that even if I wanted to. Let’s say kidnapping Abercrombie models and locking them up naked in my basement.
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
If… (Week 95)
This is week ninety-five in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you could have the sex life of any person from history, but remain yourself, who would you choose?
A porn star.
If you could have anyone’s eyes in the world, whose eyes would you want?
My friend Norm has gorgeous blue eyes. But I would want them in green.
If you could completely eliminate one of your pet peeves, what would you get rid of?
Stupid tourists.
If you could win any competition in the world, what would it be for?
A contest to win a dream job.
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
If… (Week 94)
This is week ninety-four in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you had to pick the worst sexual experience of your life, what would it be?
The one that was a crime. Literally.
If you could solve one unsolved crime, which one would you solve?
Always been a bit fascinated by the JFK assassination. So, that one.
If you were to be renamed after someone from history, whose name would you want?
I like my name.
If you could accomplish only one thing in the rest of your life, what would it be?
Creating some sort of artistic masterpiece. Not sure what medium it would be. Music, art, etc. But whichever medium it would be, it would be a revolution.
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
If… (Week 93)
This is week ninety-three in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you had to choose the best song ever composed, which one would it be?
Ugh. I hate questions like this. My taste in music changes on a daily basis, which is evidenced by the fact that I will play my Top Rated Songs playlist and constantly be skipping past songs. I do love a little Reflections of Earth by Gavin Greenway though. Sure, the fireworks help, but the song itself is also quite gorgeous.
If you had to choose the worst song ever composed, which one would you pick?
Any gangsta rap, son.
If you had to change your race, what would you want to be?
Norwegian or Sweden. Those are some gorgeous people.
If you had to select the most beautiful face in history, whose face would you pick?
Well, aside from my own, I assume you mean?
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
