Scrappy Travels

I'm a fairly regular traveler.  I'm great with packing.  I'm fairly organized and I always have a schedule.  This is why I thought it was hilarious when a friend told me that somehow she managed to book a flight out of Dulles Airport back into Reagan National, when she meant to be flying into and out of BWI.  How could she have done something so ridiculous? Then of course, Karma bit me in the butt, and I did the exact same ridiculous thing.  Somehow I managed to get a steal on airfare ($100 less than I originally thought it would be - I should have known, right?); was on top of the world thinking I was the queen of travel.  Then, realized about 10 minutes later, that instead of the queen of travel, I was just an idiot.  I had thought I was flying out of BWI when I had actually bought tickets out of Reagan.  Smart move, I know. Which brings us to the Travel Tip.  If I wasn't already head over heels in love with Southwest's...

I may be a bit biased but Baltimore was looking quite snazzy this weekend!

What is it about reading a book that takes place in England, that makes me pine for Great Britain?  I thought I'd gotten over it.  I mean the love's always there, but when I realized it was next to impossible to get a job across the pond, the living there permanently bubble popped.  But after reading 2 books that take place solely in England, I'm right back there again, dreaming of the country side, and market towns.  I can see the green hills and feel the electricity of the city.  But yet, I'm stuck here in good old Maryland... Ugh! It also doesn't help that the dudes at work are leaving for Bristol tomorrow (yep, they get to go to England, while I'm stuck schlepping to DC - Not cool!).  Also, all the fabulous BBC shows are back on PBS and I'm in the midst of planning a trip there for 2015. It's like England is leaving me a message - Come back - we have tea! - but isn't leaving me the cash to do so. How unfair! There's just something ab...

There was a time when I thought it would be awesome to work in DC.  I applied for loads of jobs down there and thought nothing of having to drive to the Metro station then take the train in each morning.  After a fairly disastrous interview in the city, involving a sweaty unending train in the heat of July in an "interview suit" I realized, you couldn't pay me enough to make me do that each day. After another of those trips today, I have to admit, it was a little better.  The train arrived on time, it wasn't a million degrees, I wasn't wearing a ridiculous suit of armor and the only traffic I hit was the usual traffic close to home.  But even with no issues whatsoever, it's still a pain in the butt.   Don't get me wrong, I'm still in love with all things DC.  It's invigorating and exciting and is home to some of the most prolific monuments in the world not to mention some of the biggest Federal agencies and non-profits, but I'm going to g...