When we arrived at Medjugorje, where the virgin Mary has been appearing to 6 visionaries since 1981, we realized that the scary part was well worth it.
…airports are brimming with stupid. Making fun of airports is like playing chess with Nicole Ritchie, or arm wrestling a baby turtle, but I am not above any of those things.
If you’re coming here via the airport in Nice, be aware that the helicopter to Monaco is actually cheaper than a taxi. Yes, this place is that crazy.
With a certain degree of suspicion, one of the students inquired about the publication for which I was writing. After I answered his question, he looked at me unfavourably and said that my writing would be permissible only if it were humanitarian.
Budapest is a romantic city, so I was not surprised to discover on the Buda side a beautiful yellow house where Casanova lived for a few weeks, doing what he did best.
… I sat under a checkout counter for about 40 minutes, ate the entire jar of peanut butter, and hissed at anybody that came near me. But it was probably really all just stress.
I distinctly remember being impressed with the two-zone heating system, noting that it wasn’t until my third move that I had such a feature in my house. Alas, the new features out there seem to have eclipsed the Beast.
While I’m skeptical of therapy that doesn’t involve punching through a concrete wall or slashing somebody’s tires, I’m an open-minded individual.
Nightclub barges in Splav have different atmospheres, but male exhibitionism is the dominant theme.
Tell him he looks nice, because flattery works on my entire gender. As a rule.