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07.02.10

So last weekend, I was in New York City to “attend” TBEX ‘10, a travel blogger exchange.

Instead, me and my girls got a little crazy.

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06.10.10

australia: outlet converters and a dig.

I have the worst luck when it comes to buying outlet converters.

No matter what country I’m in, or how much money I spend on these things, they never work. This is not conducive to my internet junkie/hair obsessive needs. I remember dropping an ungodly amount of money on a fancy looking converter before my first big trip to Australia, and upon plugging in my hair dryer the day after we landed it promptly exploded and smoke came billowing out from the oulet. Devastation ensued.

Faced with the possibility of having a bad hair day for the next four months, I decided to walk over to the Australian version of Circuit City, a gigantuan store named Clive Peeters. It was there that I met an excitable, talkative male sales associate. He was tall and lanky with a toothy grin and the kind of tan that only Australians can naturally have. I remember thinking how much prettier his hair was than mine as it was unbelievably wavy and voluminous. Thus I shall call him Mr. Schuster.

After a lot of explaining and wild hand gestures, the two of us concluded that there were no outlet converters in Clive Peeters. Wonderful. This was when I tried to make a graceful exit away from Mr. Schuster and the wall of flat-screen TVs he was standing in front of, but he wasn’t very “keen” on this idea.

"So you’re American, are ya?" he said.

"Yep."

"Where in America?"

"Boston." EDIT: I’m usually friendlier, but Mr. Schuster was getting closer and closer to me as he spoke and it was starting to make me uncomfortable. Plus I still had frizzy hair, which is as good reason as any to be cranky.

"Ah, Boston, I’ve heard of that. What kind of TV do you got back in Boston?"

Jesus. “A small one.”

"Oh, really? I thought all you Americans had big TVs! You all like that flashy stuff don’t cha?"

I think this is where he was trying to be flirty and cute, but I was not having it. While simultaneously looking around for the nearest escape route, I snarled, “Wow, way to take a dig at me.”

A rare pause. “A what?”

"A dig."

"Come again?"

I remember thinking that this would be an opportune moment for someone to kidnap me. “A. DIG. You know, an insult?”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Mr. Schuster’s panties immediately bunched up into a fist-like apparatus, and he practically got down on his knees and prayed for forgiveness.

"OH MISS I AM SO SORRY I NEVER MEANT TO INSULT YOU PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT THAT WAY I’M SURE YOU’RE NOT FLASHY IN THE SLIGHTEST I LOVE SMALL TVS THEY’RE SOME OF OUR BEST-SELLERS TEAM USA" and so on and so forth.

His performance was Oscary-worthy, I will give him that. Definitely in the wrong profession, that Mr. Schuster. As much as I love a good round of public humiliation, between the sobbing and pleading I somehow managed to convince my perfectly coiffed friend that my feelings were still very much unhurt, and I would not hold his “dig” against him the next time that we crossed paths, which would hopefully be somewhere between “never ever ever” and “in the next gazillion years.”

After an entire afternoon of awkward conversation, hair envy, and not getting a proper outlet converter, I finally walked out of Clive Peeters and sulked back to my dark apartment, my straw-like curls baking in the hot Australian sun.

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05.18.10

Safe Travels Hand Stamped Copper Keychain
Cuteness overload. I highly enjoy the bird chillin’ out in the corner as well.

Safe Travels Hand Stamped Copper Keychain

Cuteness overload. I highly enjoy the bird chillin’ out in the corner as well.

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05.12.10

house hunters international (no relation to the show)

I’ve been really into interior design lately, which should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. I re-arrange my room twice a year, I obsessively make collages of pictures from the “Living” section of Real Simple, and I’ve been known to go buck wild in Home Goods. Remember that MTV show Room Raiders? That was my jam. I loved how the contestants could tell so much about their future date just from what he or she had going on in their rooms.

However, as I was flipping through some of my travel photos on the Fbook, I started noticing that it’s really the EXTERIOR of a house that can tell you the major things about not just the person who lives there, but about the place itself. What the weathers like, what the quality of living is, if you should be prepared to protect yourself against ferocious giant animals that don’t exist anywhere else (Australia, I’m looking at you). I’m sure if you were knocked unconscious and lost your memory, all you would have to do is wake up (fingers crossed!) and look at the nearest house to gather some clues as to where you were.

Here’s some houses I’ve come across in my travels. Can you guess what countries they call home?

- Alison

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04.26.10

Fiji: Me vs. Beetlejuice Snake, Part Two

EDIT: Don’t remember Part One? It’s okay, I didn’t either! (Really though, I wrote the first part in February. What was that, like six months ago or something? SHEESH)

So let’s review.

Here’s me in Fiji, snorkeling for the first-time ever with the fishes and doin’ the damn thing:

"OMG WISH I COULD BE PART OF YOUR WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLD"

And then THIS guy had to come and ruin everything:

"Oh hey, I’m a Banded Sea Krait! I’m gonna eat you so hard!”

And I was all like:

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Got it? Great, let’s move on.

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04.06.10

Boston Bits: Free Lunch at Turner Fisheries

I love the word “free.” Also the word, “lunch.” When put together, it’s like music to my ears. Get Facebook involved, and the whole thing starts to resemble a nerdy dream I once had.

During the last week in March, The Westin Copley Place had an exclusive deal reserved only for their fans on Facebook. To celebrate the re-launch of the lunch menu at Turner Fisheries, the first 100 fans to call the restaurant and make a reservation for April 2nd between 11:30 - 2 pm would get to eat lunch…FO’ FREE. My thrifty co-worker Molli almost had a heart attack when she found out, and called to make us a reservation immediately.

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03.28.10

Top 5 Things I Learned In Miami

It’s been about a month since I got back from Florida, and I’m still talking about it. Since you’re probably sick of me and my Sunshine State ramblings (haha, jokes! I know that’s not possible), you’ll be happy to know that this is my big wrap-up blog post. So, without further ado, here’s my list of the Top 5 Things I Learned In Miami:

1. Trying to rent a car in America sucks.

I alluded to this incident in my last post, but I can’t even begin to convey the nonsense that occurred when we tried to rent a car for a few hours.

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03.26.10

My lunch today. I feel like chest-bumping someone and chanting “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE! OY OY OY!”

My lunch today. I feel like chest-bumping someone and chanting “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE! OY OY OY!”

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