Oh, you wanted photo documentation of this vacation??

The jazz festival, after downing some DELIGHTFUL Sangria, and eating some DELICIOUS food.

The Bahama Breeze Birthday Bash (oooo alliteration). This is an awful picture, but I picked it because you can see the drinks we ordered. They were amazing. And confusing.

This is Sergio, as mentioned in Taryn's earlier post. This picture is funny because I got Kasey to take a picture with him. Boo yah.

Taryn exploring a cave...

The most RIDICULOUS bat we saw at Animal Kingdom. Oh just a wing span of six feet. No big deal.

The Finding Nemo musical that rocked my socks.

We look sad because we are starving. If there was an after picture, we would look sad because we gorged ourselves with food.

Splash Mountain, whilst delayed.

Check out Taryn's bangin' beach bod. Note: They are playing behind the back ball.

You’re welcome.



“I came beeboppin out of the bathroom and I was like OMG BOYS”

Hello there my darlings!

Hopefully you haven’t all slipped into a deep and dismal depression due to our absence. As mentioned in an earlier post, WE WERE ON VACATION!

Well, mostly I was on vacation (and the roommate/fiance as well). I spent the last 5 days of my life with my soulmate/blog partner/bffl/future neighbor Taryn! We packed as many unnecessary fun activities into 5 days as was humanly possible. We went to a (FREE) jazz festival, scoped out a dueling piano bar, went to the beach, went shopping, got sunburnt and oh yeah…


Now we should apologize ahead of time, because the next five or so posts are probably going to be about how much fun we had with each other.  Which you should probably be used to if you read this blog.

On Monday the three MOUSEketeers (Taryn, Fiance, Avalon) woke up while it was still dark out to drive on down to Disney universe. We were armed with park hoppers and a well thought out (OCD) plan.

Our first stop was the wild yet allusive Animal Kingdom. None of us had ever been there and needless to say, we were expecting a glorified zoo. It was indeed a glorified zoo, but also SO MUCH MORE! We explored the continents; Asia, Africa, Dino Land…We rode an awesome thrilling ride called Everest somethingorother and went to a Finding Nemo musical. Seriously, could that be more awesome?! I was pleasantly surprised with Animal Kingdom, and I would recommend it to anyone. The rides are cool, the animals are cool, the Tea Huts are cool, and the lady at the ticket counter was SO NICE.

Then we got hungry. So we went to Epcot. And here finally……Is the point of this POST!


Epcot should be called EPIC EPCOT. Seriously that place is so downplayed it’s unREAL. Before venturing in, I thought the entirety of the park lay within the huge silver golf ball. Oh how wrong I was. Our party of three had never been there before, and it was seriously a treat.

Our visit happened to coincide with the 15th annual Food and Wine festival. Um, Happy Birthday to me?! We went crazy. Literally.

It was like we were taken over by hungry demons with a taste for sweets. We hit up every country, sometimes more than once. We started with some pork and vegetable egg rolls in China and then we sprinted to Norway for some sauerkraut sandwiches. We paused around Morocco to apply sunscreen, and then continued on our tour of overeating. Finally after too much walking (this place is huge) we spotted Belgium. We took a seat and treated ourselves to a mini Belgium waffle with whipped cream and a berry compote and washed it all down with a lovely beer trio. YUM. We sighed, undid our pant buttons, and continued on the journey. We rolled into France after passing Aladdin and that skank Jasmine on the sidewalk. We bought a cream puff and a chocolate filled éclair and ate it while watching other park goers being productive and learning about the countries. We passed so many delicious stands and informational inlets and all Taryn and I could focus on was dessert. TYPICAL.

After eating our way through the world, we went on the ride that in fact fills up the golf ball dome. It is a slow cart ride up and up that is an informative analysis of our technological time line (IE NAP TIME!). JK. It was interesting. Judi Dench was the narrator. Random.

All in all, Epic Epcot was GREAT SUCCESS [insert Borat voice, because it’s still not old]. We ate so much food, learned nothing, and hung out with Dame Judi Dench.

Then we went to Magic Kingdom.

The End.


A Week full of Side Notes:

I’m 23 now. WHY.

Justin Bieber punched a kid who called him a Fa**ot (I HATE THAT WORD). This means 3 things. 1). A kid got beat up by Justin Bieber. 2). Justin Bieber is an advocate for hate crimes. 3). I still like Biebster.

Our resident GAYGAY started his own blog. It is promising to be full of Oprah, Tyra, and everything we love. Welcome GGGFC!

I’m back, I’m cold, and I have a cold.


Brer Rabbit.



For about 4 years now (thanks to Avalon) I have been watching Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve watched every episode AT LEAST three times. I know my favorite episodes. I know my favorite story lines. I know my favorite people.

Which brings me to my post.

Grey’s Couples. They’re as flaky as  baked phyllo dough (hollaaaa for baklava). It started out simple. Meredith and Derek. PERFECT. Done. Should’ve ended there.

But of course they didn’t.

Cristina and Burke happened. Which is ACTUALLY the main reason for this post. I love this couple. SO much. Erica made a folder for me WITH THEIR PICTURES ON IT. I thought they were perfect.

They both were stubborn, and dedicated, and he played the trumpet. THE TRUMPET. How weirdly attractive is that?! Regardless, I took it personally when they didn’t get married. And Cristina was just standing there, crying, asking Meredith to get her out of the dress. I cried. I bawled. And as I have stated before, I am NOT a crier. I do not have feelings. But I was hurt. How could he just walk out? She shaved HER EYEBROWS OFF for that damn wedding. Ugh

So whatever, I know he left for cast reasons (not okay what he did, but I secretly forgive him because I LOVED HIM AS BURKE) but now we (because I work for ABC) introduce Owen. This mysterious, icicle, army man. And at first we are like, aw he is random and hot; Cristina should totally make out with him! And then she did. And then he became a regular on the show. And we all cringed inside (you know it)

Now he isn’t so random. He isn’t so mysterious. He isn’t anything but some red headed war veteran, who has PTSD (and is actually the fiance in Maid of Honor, starring McDreamy whaaaa). Every time something happens (idk, like when he almost STRANGLES her) I think, this is it. This is when Cristina is free and they will bring Burke back. And they will live happily ever after and George will be alive again and Izzie will be with Karev and Meredith and Derek will ACTUALLY get married and not be so dumb about their “post it marriage” (stupid).

But alas. Grey’s doesn’t believe in my dream world.

Instead these weird/crazy instances keep bringing Cristina and Owen CLOSER together.

In Grey’s talk the only words that come to mind are. Seriously? Seriously. But seriously? No. Seriously? Seriously? No really, SERIOUSLY?

I don’t know how into Grey’s you all (five of you) are, but these recent episodes are quite dramatic. No? Well there is one common denominator people. OWEN. Not to keep bashing Owen (yes I am) but when Burke worked at Seattle Grace, there wasn’t anything crazy going on. And when Burke got shot, nobody went crazy and had to go to therapy. The OPPOSITE actually happened and Cristina turned into a sexy stripper girlfriend. Which is a lot better than weepy, upset Cristina who can’t operate without being freaked out of her mind when a little commotion is going on.

And ya know, the thing is is that I could possibly like Owen. I like having a little eye candy on a Thursday night. But when it comes to Cristina, there is only one person who fits that puzzle piece. And we know I am NOT talking about Owen. Or George. Or Alex. Or Avery (bi racial). Or Derek. Or Sloan. Or the Chief.

So there we have it. In the case of Burke vs. Owen, the ruling favors Burke. All day, everyday baby.

Btw, sexy biracial? Hi. I love you.


How Else to Commemorate Freshman Year? Marriage, You Say?

If you totally skipped the post below this (read it), I revealed that Avalon and I are married.


Four years ago TODAY Avalon and I decided it was time to shit or get off the pot (that’s just gross). Either way, we were married by a bona fide Greek Orthodox minister and is legitimized on a bona fide piece of paper, straight from Greece…

Well, straight from the kids who were assigned Greece for their Global Issues class. We were given Egypt. How was that fair?

Nonetheless it was a beautiful ceremony, and we were surrounded by lovely (ha) people from different countries around the world. There were ring pops (WHAT, I know. How jealous are you?). And weird veils. It was magical.

Anyway, to make this post even MORE creepy there are pictures (ceremony, post marriage bliss). In the second picture please note the guy walking behind us…Don’t tell Avalon’s roommate (see: fiance), but she had a huge crush on him freshman year.

Okay, okay. Even I can’t say that with a straight face…I am lying, ha. He is one of the few (ahem, many) people Avalon and I refused to take seriously whilest at University of Tampa (see: entire Global Issues class). And I can make fun in confidence, cause he (or any of them) will probably never look on this site. Hilarious.

Anyway. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER (AVALON, if y’all were confused)!!! We shall be reunited in less than a month, ahhhhh!


Stop Hating on Thanksgiving

This is a quick post/comment on my fellow friend’s hate on Thanksgiving. I could’ve done an actual comment to the particular post, but I want everyone to see. EVERYONE.

THANKSGIVING DOES NOT SUCK. Turkey=Delicious. Cranberry Sauce= Healthy excuse for JELL-O. Stuffing= Why yes, I’d love to “stuff” my face with your goodness.

Oh, also. Avalon and I became friends over a Thanksgiving break. But we shall hear that awesome tale come November. (little preview)

That’s enough for now…hopefully everyone knows not to mess with Thanksgiving. ‘Cause I will find you.


PS. This might be Avalon and I’s first fight..That’s right in our years of marriage (oh, we didn’t tell you we are married? Must’ve slipped our mind) we haven’t fought.

It’s Britney Bitch

(Obviously I watch Glee) Hello lovely readers. Can I just say, I LOVE FALL. I literally love every single thing about this season, so much so, that I want to marry it. And I will now dedicate an entire post to my new spouse. Things I love about fall:

  1. It gets cold, I get to wear sweaters. Now if anyone knows me you know that I LOVE SWEATERS. I love long sleeve, short sleeve, hooded, cardigan, turtle neck…seriously. You name it, I own it, and wear it every day.
  2. I love Halloween. Like it’s a disease. I don’t love Halloween in the skanky “I’m a referee!” kind of way, I love it in a Tim Burton kind of way. I love the Nightmare before Christmas and the Corpse Bride. I love pumpkins, scarecrows and CANDY! College girls have tried really really hard to get me to hate Halloween, yet I prevailed!
  3. I love fall festivities, more than is healthy. I run around pumpkin patches like I’m seven years old at Willie Wonka’s chocolate factory. I run through leaf piles. I seek out apple orchards and pull a “The Hills are Alive”.
  4. I hate football. Live football (see: tailgating) I can handle. Wasting away the BEAUTIFUL fall days inside to watch guys touch each other? No thanks. I can do that outside.
  5. I also hate Thanksgiving. Turkey=gross. Stuffing? That even SOUNDS gross. It also looks gross, have you ever looked at it? Cranberry sauce? Disgusting. But this isn’t a hate list. It’s a love list.
  6. Seriously have you seen the leaves in New England in the fall? It’s like beauty attacking your face. But in a loving, comforting way. THIS IS A REAL PICTURE. Ugh, so beautiful.
  7. Oh yea, MY BIRTHDAY IS IN OCTOBER. I love my birthday. You might say “obviously Avalon”, but you’d be surprised. People often tell me that they hate their birthday, to which I promptly smack them in the face and walk away. BIRTHDAYS ARE AMAZING. They are an entire day dedicated solely to you! You can do whatever you want! I usually take of like 3 days for my birthday, frolick around, and make everyone I know do it with me. I eat lots of food and buy myself lots of presents. I think people who hate their birthday rely on other people to make it great. WHY??? IT’S A DAY ABOUT YOU. Make it a great day. And shut up. (sidenote: this year I get to spend it with Taryn. AGAIN. Hollaaa)
  8. There are lots of dumb holidays where you get time off, that is if you live in Massachusetts and not some sad excuse for a state (Florida). We get to bask in time off on Labor Day, Columbus Day, Thanksgiving, and usually even The Day After Thanksgiving.
  9. I love the smell of fall. You know what I’m talking about. That spicy, cinnamony, clovey, homey, comforting smell that penetrates the nostrils. Smells like a mix between pumpkin pie and spiked apple cider. I want to live in that smell (so just to review, I’m marrying fall, and we’re going to live in the smell of it).
  10. After fall, is Christmas. NUFF SAID.

And this concludes my love note to fall.

Save the Dates for our union will be arriving shortly.


Texts from Life

Taryn: Tonight im going to a comedy club to see a hyptnotist. Haaha, my friend won tickets. I hope I dont cluck like a chicken haha.

Avalon: ….

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