ITEOTWAWKI: Remaking R.E.M.’s 1998-2004 Releases
I haven't done an R.E.M.-themed post for a while. I did receive the Live at the Olympia CD for my birthday and am excited about the upcoming 2011 release, but…
It’s a Guy Thing
When you see actors like Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg attached to a project, the odds that I will enjoy the film are pretty damn good. So "The Other Guys"…
Book Review: In the Land of Second Chances
I don't quite know what attracted me to "In the Land of Second Chances." The book revolved around some strange happenings in a small town in Nebraska as narrated by…
Improv with The Smokes
On my recent trip to L.A., I pretty much had only one night on my own. The other three nights either involved conference activities or plans with a co-worker. So…
Hotel Living
This has certainly been the summer of travel. Whether for work or fun or some combination of the two, I have visited the beach, New York, Washington, and Los Angeles in the past two months.
I traveled to the last destination just last week for a conference, which luckily included a bunch of free time in the evenings. That helped me remember one important thing about travel.
I love hotel living.
Defending Big Brother 12
This summer treat from CBS is truly one of my guilty pleasures. I have not been a die-hard from the beginning, but have been a big fan for the past…
Navigation Champion
Since we are getting closer to celebrating our 15th anniversary, it’s pretty obvious my wife and I are pretty compatible.
We do have a lot of the same interests, but just enough different ones to give each of us an opportunity to have some alone time. But when we went on our recent trip to Washington, D.C., I think I discovered our greatest compatibility.
We really complement each other well when planning and executing a trip. It’s almost scary.
Book Review: Lottery
People laugh at me when I tell them I know I will win the lottery someday. I really do think that. It might not happen, but I believe it will.…
Pack It In
Maria and I went on a trip recently. Nothing fancy, just a weekend in Washington, D.C., to see some tennis and have a celebration for our 15th anniversary a couple of months early.
As is our usual custom, we flew by the seat of our pants for most of our plans. That meant enjoying lunch the first night at a pub we just happen to read about in a guide book that afternoon.
I love this part of traveling. You never know what you will find when you stop for a meal in a city like D.C. In fact, on the next night, we ended up meeting the brother of a guy I went to high school with at our dinner spot.
That coincidence, however, paled in comparison to what happened on our first night. We had settled in our booth with a couple of drinks and waited for our sandwiches when I saw it.
At first, I could not believe my eyes. It had been a long day, and I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but there was no mistaking it. A family of four walked into the bar and the father, probably about five to 10 years older than me, wore something that made my jaw drop.
A fanny pack.
Home Alone Again
Nothing makes me happier than coming home at the end of a hard day and seeing my wife and daughter. We really have a lot of fun together.
But when I get a chance to have the house all to myself for three days, I’m not going to turn that down.
Maria and Bridget went to visit some friends last week, leaving me to my own devices.