When you’re best and closest friend of 18+ years asks if you will take her granddaughter’s “flat Stanley” on a tour, you can’t disappoint her or her grand daughter. These are the […]
What can I say about Australia? To the date of this post, I’ve traveled: – 14,800 km (9,200 miles) by car – 387 km (241 miles) by foot – visited 4 of […]
I have a group of friends, aka THE BAND\, and I miss them. I miss them. A LOT. Through ups and downs, the drunken fights and drunken nights and the good significant others and bad significant others we have always remained friends. They will always be my baby bros or sis’ or baby bears (depending on the succession of where you landed in my life).
As 2015 kicks off, I have one target that has consumed me since January 3, 2012: Australia (and if I’m completely honest, it was even prior to that date, but that was the date of my flight back to the US from my 3 weeks in Australia.) While I was on the flight back to the US, my friend Heather said that I seemed sad, and sad was not even close to describing what I was feeling.
I felt like I was leaving home.
There are places that feel like home the moment you step foot in them and I had never understood that until the moment I landed in Key West circa 2000
“Loca People” by Sak Noel will forever remind me of Australia and shopping in Byron Bay with Heather and Suzanne. This song ended up being the song we constantly listened to when […]
This picture is how I feel about life in general right now.
FUCK EVERYTHING AND BECOME A PIRATE.
That was on the back of a menu at a fabulous bar/restaurant in Bondi in Australia and I for the life of me cannot remember the name of the bar/restaurant but I also took the other photo below there too because 1) the served Sailor Jerry Rum 2) who doesn’t like tequila when they’re getting their festive on and 3) it says Merry Fuckin Christmas.
The only way that message would have been topped was if it had said: Merry Fuckin Christmas Y’all.