dining out |

Lend me cash? (f)or gelato?

June 4. Day 339.

This is kind of embarrassing. But since I’m here to document, indiscriminately, my triumphs and their less exalting cousins (defeats, near misses and total fall on your face screw ups), here it is. In high-def slow-mo.

And consider, gentle reader, consider that it all started with a photo. A photo I shot for [...]

bending the rules |

Share your campfire? Buy a drink with no ID?

May 24. Day 328.

My idea of a fun mountain getaway involves: cozy cabin, waking up to the sound of woodpeckers outside my window, making waffles for breakfast, going hiking or skiing, stopping for pizza and a drink at the local brewery, taking time to read, write, and think on the lovely backyard deck overlooking a [...]

ouch |

Hello. My name is La Roxy, and I’m an addict.

April 3. Day 277.

I spent the better part of today driving from post office to post office, on the phone with the federal passport agency and its idiotic robots, and rushing back and forth twice to “A-Official Passports,” an expediting service located near the U.S. naval base on Point Loma.

Stop 0: The passport photo place [...]

dining out |

Goofus and Gallant, may I have your chair?

March 27. Day 270.

I had drinks tonight with a friend at Tower 23, the waning but still hip beachfront bar with excellent raspberry margaritas. Metrosexuals abounding. The perfect place for La Roxy to play wingwoman to her saucy friend, La Senorita, for an evening.

On the patio, we spotted a single table and no chairs. Fortunately, [...]

immaterial gains (knowledge or access) |

Who farted?

March 16. Day 259.

Months ago, I invited anyone from Asker, Norway who glances upon this site to drop me a line. Today, I got my first answer ever! It’s from Tom, an authentic Askerite! Askerino! (I’ll have to, er, ask him which is right.)

Here’s his message:

Hey!

I’m from Asker in Norway! I’ve lived here all my [...]