For the uninitiated, Dragon*Con is not a celebration of all things dragon, but rather it is a massive annual convention that takes over Atlanta every Labor Day weekend. The parade is pretty much a smaller version of NYC’s Halloween parade with more nerds and less skin (probably a wise combination). Oddly, there were more evangelical wackadoodles protesting the Dragon*Con parade than one sees at the skinfests in New York, but people down here do seem to have a serious lack of constructive hobbies, and there are a lot of frustrated cheerleaders.
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The Lone Rangette: A love of solo travel
To all those ladies who romanticize love on the run with a stranger, my take on it is this: if the guy is safe enough to bring back to your hotel, the experience probably wouldn’t be anything to write home about. Once you hit your thirties, it’s not worth worrying about your wallet going missing (at the very least) or translating “it burns when I pee” into Portuguese. Yes, Luigi will act heart-broken when you leave him on the street at the end of a pleasant evening, but you’re representing America, missy! Our rep is already pretty bad in Europe due to college exchange programs, so it’s best not to contribute to the impression that leads European men to treat us rather differently than they treat their own women.