I’m just going to start this off by saying never eat buffalo chicken pizza at 3 am to try and prevent a hangover. It’ll make things worse.WELCOME BACK TO WHAT WENT DOWN! The series where I write vague, step-by-step timelines of what I did in different countries/cities/let’s be real, bars. I mainly
To the week of runny noses and running to pubs . . . HOW DID I NOT POST ABOUT MUNICH?!?! I’m actually not surprised at all. I was dead for half of this trip and frostbitten for the other half, but for memories sake, LET’S BEGIN. I started off being sick
New York is no longer the city that doesn’t sleep . . . It’s 3am and I’m in bed writing a blogpost. Mainly because I don’t want to forget a single thing about Budapest but also because my sleep schedule is the most messed up thing you’ll ever come across.
How many crepes were actually eaten? One will never know. Welcome back to the What Went Down series, where I specifically lay out what happened to me in a foreign country and people who don’t really care still read about it for some reason. PARIS. A childhood dream since I
To that one weekend where we sat on rooftops and cried in bed hugging. I WENT TO FRANCE. This trip was pretty spontaneous. Laura sat on Mariah’s bed next to mine and said “We’re booking a trip to Nice, wanna come?” So I checked my bank account and said, my
I’M ALREADY FORGETTING SMALL BUT FUNNY THINGS THAT HAPPENED HERE SO THIS IS FOR THAT ONE DAY WHEN I’M 30 SOMETHING AND I WANT TO REMEMBER WHAT WENT DOWN IN LONDON. Woke up at 3 am, got a taxi Laughed with driver about 70’s rock music, got the ride for
