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I Suck at Vacation - Part One
I meant for me, my baggage seems to travel with me.— February 12, 2010 11:37 p.m.
I Suck at Vacation - Part One
We found a Tecate machine in one of the little ruins we visited on Cozumel. I loved it. A beer machine. Just like a soda machine, only with beer. In the middle of nowhere. Only in Mexico. The ruins there are cool. Minaturized versions of the biggies. It's changing, and I am sad. The cruise ships are coming in now in droves. They used to only let one or two in a week. Now it's closer to ten, and they destroy the reefs.— February 12, 2010 11:35 p.m.
I Suck at Vacation - Part One
"Don't let your luggage define your travels." Maybe that should be "baggage".— February 12, 2010 11:27 p.m.
I Suck at Vacation - Part One
Good question. One I asked myself this time. I really wanted to have a relaxing vacation. I wanted to at least try. Our vacations to Mexico have taken place over a long period of time. One of our first vacations was to Cozumel about 13 years ago, which was awesome. We rented a old VW and drove over to the backside where there are no hotels and really cool little ruins and beachside restaurants with whole snapper and all the fixings for maybe 300 pesos - for two, with a beer each. Lots of wind and flies and totally worth it. We have been to Cabo, Puerto Vallarta, Cancun, Playa del Carmen, but not all the trips have been all-inclusive. That is the deciding factor here. I could not stand not having my freedom. And we do go to lots of other places. We just went to Scotland and Ireland in October. I like to travel - sort of. It's a love/hate thing with me. Travel is great, but not necessarily restorative. That's what I was going for this time and it failed, dismally. My husband, on the other hand, was loving it. But he loves all vacation styles, so it was hard for me to tell him I was hating it.— February 12, 2010 11:25 p.m.
Ladies, please! You're in public!
Cuddle writes like a rock-star....— February 12, 2010 11:08 p.m.
I Suck at Vacation - Part One
Cuddle would vote for a claycation!!— February 12, 2010 10:52 p.m.
I Suck at Vacation - Part One
On our other trips we go all over, combing the city we are visiting for cool local places to eat and drink. But when you are at an all-inclusive, the mentality is that it is almost a waste to leave the resort because all your needs are met right there. I tried. I really did. I got a massage on the beach, I went for long walks for exercise, I tried to join in the collective atmosphere of "no need to leave" but I was literally crazed after a few days. Mind you, most of these people never leave the resort, even to go into town for a bit. We walked into town everyday. But I still had to go back. Like I said, it's my fault. I come home from every trip exhausted by how much we move around, so I wanted no plans upfront. But this was way worse. A praycation, because I was praying for a way out. This is not most people's worse nightmare, so I am grateful for the understanding.— February 12, 2010 10:50 p.m.
John Mayer's Pie Hole
So sexy it hurts!— February 12, 2010 9:25 p.m.
John Mayer's Pie Hole
I was a serious Madonna-wanna-be, until about 1986, when I discovered The Cure and The Smiths. I then switched to the cutoff jeans with black tights, Doc Martens, and polka dot sheer shirt look. Such a lemming. But I did not miss the acid-washed zippered peg-leg jeans with the little bows!!— February 12, 2010 9:13 p.m.
John Mayer's Pie Hole
Oh, my hair was blond, long and HUGE! I had over one hundred belts in all colors, those big ones that you belted your tunic at the hip over leggings with the short, high-heeled boots. We were in the bathroom back then, all right. ALOT.— February 12, 2010 9:02 p.m.