Going to NYC tomorrow. Looking forward to some “Lost Boys” moments.

I love a good “Lost Boys” moment. The kind when you’re wandering around a big city solo and realize No one knows exactly where I am! In an age where everyone is expected to answer after the second ring, it’s such a freeing feeling to wander among a sea of strangers. . . I even get a little giddy. . . a big smile breaks out across my face and I’m sure passersby are wondering Why is she so happy!?! Nevertheless, I feel like a little kid who broke free of the carriage and on to a world far better than I could ever dream of.

And I know I’m about to have one those. . .this weekend! Or possibly tomorrow, depending on how I feel after flying in at 11pm on New Year’s Eve. What better way to break in the new year than being in airport. . . lol.

TSA is not doing their job! As if you didn’t already know, right!?!

TSA is slacking big time!!!!! My mom and I left DC to drive to Philly today and I opened my mom’s carry-on to discover something that should have NEVER made it through TSA!!! The thing is, I distinctly remember the moment we went through security at MCI. Completely bogus. I walked through the metal detector with my boarding pass and ID in hand. Then stopped short to show the security agent — and he didn’t even glance at it!!!! He didn’t take it . . . he didn’t look at it . . . he didn’t even glance at it! He was talking to the guy working the x-ray machine!!!!! You could have smuggled an entire bag of push daggers through there with an AK-47 under your arm and bags of crack hanging out of your pockets — these guys wouldn’t have even noticed!!!!!

The Craziest Cabbie EVER – and I’ve met a few

I just had the wackiest, most talkative cabbie in the history of cabbies. And living in NYC for a couple of years, I’ve had plenty. But nothing beats this DC cabbie on a late night ride to my hotel.

I thought he was going to be the most considerate, accommodating cab driver – “Are you a comfortable temperature?” “Ladies, did you remember all your personal belongings – cell phones, keys, etc?” So I proudly told him “You’re mama raised you right!,” reassured chivalry wasn’t dead. From there, he proceeded to rant FOR THE ENTIRE LENGTH OF THE CAB RIDE! Twenty minutes on everything from how he would rather have a boy than a girl to Bible translations to spanking children and the sexual arousal one psychologist believes it enduces to his autistic son to the history of this particular street to the Citi Bank in Chevy Chase that’s appeared on America’s Most Wanted. All while Olivia Newton John’s “Let’s Get Physical” and other classic 80s tunes played on in the background and my mom and I never uttered a word. I left that cab dizzy and dismayed. Was it the hookah smoke and the chocolate martini? I think not.

Yes that’s right – I’m finally blogging ;P

Rust's, the floatplane co. in Anchorage, AK

I know some of you – for some reason – have requested to know the inner workings of my mind via the internet. Well I hope you’re happy After a weekend at the Travel Channel Academy, I have happily signed up for a life of travel blogging, not-to-mention probably art, graphic design, and a little spirituality thrown in for good measure. After all, can I really talk about one without including another? I hope you enjoy a little slice of PurePineapple in your life