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Back when I was dating (I’m talking about this summer, not high school or college…I blocked most of that out) I went out a couple of times with a guy we’ll call “X” for the purpose of this post. In the course of those two dates, X managed to make one really good point. He might have made others, but they didn’t stick with me. ;)

X and I were chatting about our forays into marketing. He is still in the industry and has zeroed in on what his dream job is. It is an isolated sector that prefers to indoctrinate their own talent from intern to “the man.” As we were discussing other methods of breaking into that sector he lamented that it would be great if he could afford to do an internship, taking with him all the experience and education he had amassed. Oh…how we softly chuckled about abandoning job security, health insurance, apartments, etc.More Link

I went shopping for the perfect living room for a home for my imaginary white baby grand piano this morning. There was one possible match, but I thought I would drive through a couple other neighborhoods just to be sure.

I was driving on LaSalle into Minneapolis when the glass buildings and fall leaves began to make me feel like I could hear Bethoven. It was gorgeous! Was…

Before I could figure out what was happening a small brown blob (like a recycled plastic bag) came barreling down the road. I stopped at the red light and the blob smacked into the side of my car.More Link

Having a profile on an online dating site is starting to feel like I’m on some twisted episode of Fear Factor. You never know when you get a message if it’ll be something you can handle or not. Think about the words that people say when they watch someone nearly naked in a giant glass tank crawling with scorpions.

“Oh…that is disgusting!”

“EW EW EW EW!!!”More Link

Alright…get this. I had an early week of dating all lined up. Tonight I was meeting a guy for a drink after work and tomorrow I was having lunch with a different guy. I was about to launch a new life as a serial dater.

Did you catch the tense? Yep, past tense. Drink guy had to reschedule. Bummer.

The bigger disappointment is that lunch guy turned out to be a fool. I pride myself on doing a thorough initial cut at the first interaction. I cut for little things like spelling and grammar. Not because I’m secretly a 9th grade English teacher but because I enjoy conversing with people who didn’t cut that class. If the man is recklessly confusing his there/their/they’re or where/were/we’re then I’ll just nag him to death. I cut not only for myself but also for the sanity of all the XY English speakers. Think of it as “mercy cutting.”More Link

It hit me yesterday that I’ve been seriously creeped out on this trip a few times. This is my Top 5, so far…

5.) Staring subway guy. Not every subway has one, but I’ve been the victim of his gaze a few times, and he is a total creeper. He literally just sits there staring at you and every time you accidentally make eye contact it gets more creepy. Will he follow you off the subway? Finally, you have to figure out how to get off without him having a chance to do the same. Ugh. Creepy creepster staring subway guy is more of a problem for the woman traveling alone, but…ugh…still. Creepy.More Link

Raise your hand if you like renaissance festivals.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever been to one.

Raise your hand if you’ve been to a castle from that time in which they reenact it with a renaissance festival every September.

What? Am I the only one with my hand up still?

If the subject of a renaissance festival is not something you’re totally clear about, allow me to quote wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance_fair
“A Renaissance fair, Renaissance faire, or Renaissance festival is an outdoor weekend gathering, usually held in the United States, open to the public and typically commercial in nature, which emulates a historic period for the amusement of its guests.”More Link

He said it would be cloudy until the light rain started at 1 PM, but it is 10:40 AM and I’ve been driven inside a cafe by thunder and lightning. Poor me! I even managed to duck into the one with the cheapest cappuccino I’ve had on this entire trip. At only €1.30, this is about a third of the price the umbrella peddlers wanted.

Ha! Julie 1, Peddlers 0

This place also has paninis (sandwiches, not overpriced griddlers sold to DINKS and wanna-be DINKS (dual income no kids)), gelato, limoncello, and a shaggy wet dog hiding from the storm, too. I could stay here forever! However, sleeping on a tile floor is too close to camping for me. I’ll just wait out the storm and go back to the villa to snooze.More Link

I like to say I’m from Seattle, but the truth is I did my first 12 years in the geographic center of Washington and then those pesky teenage years an hour North of Seattle (or an hour South of Canada, depending on your preference). When it comes to rain, though, I’m all Seattle.

I love the sound of it on the roof or hitting a window. I love the smell of it and the way it makes me want a blanket and a book. It has to be a cheesy book, folks, a rain break is no time for nonfiction! I don’t need rain to want Starbucks, because it is in my blood, but I encourage you to bask in the color of a mug full of yummy while curled up on the dry side of a gray sky.More Link

I should never go to Vegas…

If I was a lucky person, I would feel differently. Am I the luckiest Julie in the whole wide world? Nope.

Lucky people don’t go 4 straight train trips BACKWARDS! Lucky people sit facing the direction of travel 4 times in a row. Even 3 times out of 4 would be a lock in Vegas. People would be standing behind me as I get on the train cheering for my next win. “Ju-lie! Ju-lie! Ju-lie! WOOOO!!!”More Link

I silently acknowledge that this trip will eventually end, even though I don’t dare say it out loud. For now I’m letting it sink in quietly on the monologue level (the one between sub-conscious and conscious).

I have three weeks in Lucca, four days in Rome, an eight-night cruise to Amsterdam, a seven-night cruise to Norway and back, three nights in Amsterdam, and finally a flight to Minneapolis.More Link