Jen and I have had SUCH a kick-ass time working on this blog that we thought, what better way to commemorate the end of 2014 with a look back at our favorite posts from the year? If you're new to us, consider it a little #TBT action on Monday and Tuesday. What makes a post a favorite? Well...being narcissist in need of validation that I am, I really like it when a post gets a ton of hits. (That's a joke...well, at least a half joke.) But mostly, it's about reliving the memories and the hilarity that ensues when Jen and I take our show on the road. Without further adieu, my greatest hits of 2014 (in no particular order):
Reminiscing about the shithole that is Ocean City, MD was one of my favorite things to write. Ocean City is just so hilarious on its own, and the truth is I genuinely adore it in spite of its many flaws. Writing this post made me laugh til there were tears in my eyes (yep, I laugh at my own jokes). Plus, it's the beach. Who can get enough of the beach? Not this girl.
This one DID actually get a ton of hits. In fact, it's our best performing post to date. I can only assume that this is because you all enjoy laughing at my misfortune. Well, all I can say is good for you, because let's be real, my life is one embarrassment after another, and if we can't laugh about humiliation on two wheels, then I just don't know. This is also one of my favorites because I think fondly on that trip to Paris with Jen -- a trip that eventually spurred this blog.
This one is very near and dear to my heart because as you know, I am an angry feminist. I've thought a lot about what it means to be a female traveler and how it's just not fair that fairly savvy travelers like Jen and myself do not feel comfortable traveling alone. It's important to me that men in 2015 begin to seriously examine how they treat women and that women truly begin to think about how they should be treated and everything that comes with that.
This falls into the same category of "Why Riding a Bike is Not Just Like Riding a Bike," which is to say, you all really seem to like when unfortunate shit happens to me. In this case, when I almost missed our flight between Edinburgh and Dublin because I was being a stubborn asshole about carrying on my liquids. I got the pat-down of a lifetime, almost vomited all over security, and still made it with Jen onto our Aer Fellatio flight to Ireland. Truly one of the worst travel experiences ever, and yet it makes for a great blog post. At the time I told Jen, "We are NOT writing about this in the blog," yet lo and behold, here you have it. Plus, as terrible as this experience was, it made me love Jen that much more. <3
I love writing menu posts, primarily because I love eating. And I love thinking about what I ate. And I think about the food I ate in Tokyo ALL the time. I dream of ramen and mourn the ability I used to have to truly enjoy American sushi. Someday I hope to eat a meal as good as that sushi dinner the last night in Tokyo. So fresh it still moves. Literally.
Come back tomorrow for Jen's favorites, and in the meantime, which are your favorites?