Mel

To the left, to the left…

… everything you own in the box to the left. I’ll make it short (not sweet) since I know the internet doesn’t sleep if Mel’s love life is not unleashed (right). PhillySteak blew me off when I said I wanted to come to visit. Fine, I dealt with it. Chatted with him for like two hours on the phone one night. His phone died and he never called me back. (But the celly felt necessary to...

Mel

Trip’d out!

A traditional Thanksgiving dinner is served at my mom’s house. I crave the typical feasts of cheesy potatoes, green bean casseroles, and green jello with peaches, but I salivate over my mother’s pasta. This “tradition” started when I went through an anti-poultry tirade over the course of 4 or 5 yearly Thanksgiving meals. I gave up poultry completely after being the freeway partner...

Mel

Vegas

Vegas was supposed to be a challenge. You know, cover charges, long lines, money wasted at roulette tables, Gene Simmons not calling me over… maybe some 23-year-olds?? Thursday* I was my day of work for all-things packing and planning-related. Just as I was ready to leave, I receive a voicemail from United detailing weather cancellations to/from Chicago (where I was connecting). My flight had been...