I wrote this short post for a travel writing class I recently took. The assignment was to write 300 words or less (I think I went a little over) about a location without using generic words such as “interesting, good, great” etc. It was a challenge but I really enjoyed the assignment and my finished post.
As you walk through the French Quarter, you’re immersed in a setting that piques all your senses. You see the past and present meet right in front of your eyes, with old, weathered yet colorful buildings right next to flashing neon and city skyscrapers. You feel the humidity in the air that magnifies the coolness in the winter and shellacs a layer of sweat on you in the summer. The sound of music, bustling people, and horse hooves tickle your ear drums, and the scent of creole food, sugary drinks, and waste from previously mentioned horses wafts into your nose. What do you taste? That part is up to you, but the possibilities are endless. New Orleans is a city unlike any other, and if you’re lucky (or unlucky), you may even have your sixth sense activated by one of its many resident spirits; and no, I’m not talking about booze-based spirits.
Sing it with me: 🎶Make my wish come true // All I want for Christmas // is you 🎶
And by “you” I mean Christkindlmarket Milwaukee (obviously; what else would the song be about?). Christkindlmarket debuted their first out-of-state site this year, opening for the season on November 17 in Milwaukee. About 25 vendors set up shop directly outside the Fiserv Forum (which is another new site to visit in downtown Milwaukee), and will remain open every day through New Year’s Eve.
Christkindlmarket began in Chicago in 1996 by German American Events, LLC and found a new (and still current) home at Daley Plaza in 1997. Operating as Chicago’s largest open-air market, Christkindlmarket takes up the whole plaza with food, drink, music, and shopping for those one-of-a-kind holiday gifts. Talk about one-stop shopping; big box stores have nothing on ol’ Christkindlmarket!
Halloween! Is over. But now we’re in this weird lull until Thanksgiving and Christmas, so why not keep celebrating Halloween? Please just watch my makeup tutorial because it’ll teach you how to look scary snatched all year long.
Another week in the life of Miz and Maryse and guess what?! More shenanigans! This week we were graced by the presence of Miz’s dad and Avril Lavigne, but we’ll get to that a bit later.
The show opens with Maryse’s mom, Margot, giggling over Miz’s photos from the last episode (nice callback, USA Network). You remember the ones: “implied” nude, but Miz went full-on nude in a hilarious miz-understanding (if you don’t, go read my last post!). Margot makes fun of Miz’s flat ass and laughs at him, but in a cutesy way; you know, because of her accent and all. People with accents are always cute! Unless they have midwest accents, like Miz’s dad but again, we’ll get to that later.
The premiere episode of the long-awaited series “Miz and Mrs.” did not disappoint (seriously, I’ve been seeing ads for this show since well before Wrestlemania so it’s about time the show actually aired). I was also pleasantly surprised by the series’ Wikipedia page that all the episode titles for this season are as clever and/or punny as “A Simple Mizunderstanding” because get it, Miz … mizunderstanding … as in, misunderstanding … wait why wasn’t it Mrs.understanding … sexist!
It’s been 2018 for almost two whole weeks now?! That’s right, I got a calendar for Christmas AND I know how to read it (multiple calendars, in fact). This blog is late, but it’s still relevant to … me …?
Anyway here are some of my highlights of 2017 and of being 27 years old.
We got married!
Obviously this is THE highlight of my year. If you’re getting married soon, seriously consider doing it in New Orleans. It was fun, beautiful, affordable, and unforgettable. Read my blog/review here and watch this video of our Second Line. That’s right, you get your own damn parade when you get married in NOLA.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times (I don’t really understand that saying, but whatevz) – I’M BAD AT CONSISTENTLY BLOGGING. So let’s just skip over the fact that I haven’t documented my progress in a few weeks.
I continue to stretch about three times each week, and I’ve tried a couple different YouTube videos, which you can view for yourself below. I like the videos in that they are short and fit nicely into my attention span time frame, but sometimes I have no idea what they are saying and get really frustrated by my (lack of) flexibility.
I’m pretty proud of myself this week. I achieved my goal of stretching three times and I even included some “bonus stretching” at my desk at work. Granted, it was only a minute or two of light stretching, but I did it several times throughout the day, most days. Wooo! Setting and achieving goals actually feels … good? Does this mean I should stop setting embarrassingly low expectations so that I’m never disappointed?
Experiment time! AKA summer is ending and I need an indoor hobby and I need more reasons to blog.
I’ve never been able to do the splits, unless that weird memory I have of doing the splits in tights in the hallway of my childhood home is real, but I’m pretty sure that is a tall tale that I tricked myself into being true.
In high school and college, I was so inflexible–
HOW INFLEXIBLE WERE YOU?!
I was so inflexible that I couldn’t even touch my toes! I don’t think I could even reach my ankles, honestly. I played sports and was fairly in shape, but my string bean body had the flexibility of my parents negotiating my curfew in high school. And by that, I mean NO FLEXIBILITY AT ALL! *teenage angst*
I’ve had my IUD for almost two months and I have no complaints. Yes, there are drawbacks to it but that’s a granted with any form of birth control, amirite? Unless there is some secret BC that the government doesn’t want us to have because it has zero side effects and women would then be totally unstoppable and would take ovER THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET AND
I’m getting slightly off topic, and let me preface this post with a woman-bodily function alert (?) in that I’m going to talk about my vag and stuff that goes on in and around it. So, we cool? Cool.