Loss Vegas
I have now been sober for more than 24 hours. That means, I’m about 10% detoxed. Ugh. No, seriously, ugh. I’m not even sure how to translate this trip into something coherent and meaningful. Hell, I’m not even sure if I remember the trip. Anyway… The drinking started with a beer at 7 am in the Denver airport. The drinking continued on the plane. We took a slight break to grab our bags and meet up with our limo driver. It should also be noted... Read More
Las Vegas
In less than 12 hours, I am leaving for Las Vegas with my sister and a bunch of friends. Months ago, a Facebook page was started to keep the large group updated on plans and progress. Instead, the conversation has turned into this: Sister: I’m making my packing list right now! It says: swimsuit, swimsuit, dress, dress, dress, champagne. Me: Vegas packing list: too many dresses, some swimsuits, vodka, Advil, Pepto Bismol (Sadly, I have not been practicing), hangover... Read More
Road Trip: Iowa-Florida, Part II
It looks like I can finally catch my breath after an insane few weeks of work and play. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had to figure out a way to balance various activities, but I don’t really mind staying busy. However, for the sake of this website, I just need to stay busy with more interesting undertakings. Sitting at a desk and writing for hours on end doesn’t make for the most riveting posts, but luckily for you, now that things are settling... Read More
Road Trip: Iowa-Florida
Missouri St. Louis Tennessee Tennessee Atlanta, Georgia Miami, Florida Read More
Key West
While I was in Miami, our boat was mostly just a floating condo. One engine was not quite working right, which rendered the boat worthless. Living in a small, swaying space is not quite as luxurious as living on a motor yacht, so my dad was anxious to fix the situation before the rest of my family arrived for a vacation. This meant that a platoon of boat mechanics swarmed our dock every morning. This also meant that relaxing on the boat was impossible. Such is the frustration... Read More
Miami Ice
My dad legitimately likes Smirnoff Ice. He deems it okay, because he drinks a little, then fills the bottle back up with vodka. Because of this, our family boat was stockpiled with the not-so-awesome beverage. My sister and I took advantage of this, or, mostly, we took advantage of my brother’s apparent inability to learn. The final drinking tally was: Me-1, Sister-1, Dad-1, Brother-10. Also, we definitely could have forced my dad to drink more. However, whenever... Read More
Port of Miami
Returning from a day at Elliott Key: Read More
