I had an unexpectedly awesome time in Cancun on the Bloggers in Paradise tour put together by Diamond PR to promote a bunch of their tropical properties. My main contact prior to the trip was Kara Rosner, the VP at Diamond PR.
There’s always a bit of mystery around who gets invited on these trips and why. Last summer, when Peter, Kelly and I did the TBEX road trip, we had the opportunity to work with lots of supportive PR folks and many of them agreed to help our readers understand the answer to that question.… continued…
In spite of the disappointing weather, we rather enjoyed our in town getaway at the Holiday Inn near the Space Needle. We ate chowder, watched the Looney Tunes marathon on Nickelodeon, wandered around the empty Pike Place Market, and in general, just enjoyed being some place else — sort of. You can do this too, because the Holiday Inn wants to give you one night at one of their “refreshed” properties anywhere in the US.
Leave me a comment with the state and city where you’d like to stay — check out the Holiday Inn site for locations.… continued…
Country House, Toledo, Washington: “I want to stop at the EAT, you know the one? Plus, for ages, I have wanted to take a picture of that dilapidated ice cream cone thing. You know?”
If you drive up and down I5 in Washington, you know exactly the place I mean. Well, blinded by hunger, we couldn’t figure out how to get to the EAT, plus, tragically, the ice cream cone is gone. We did stop at Country House, though, where I had Breakfast All Day and J had the meatloaf sandwich.… continued…
The long drive in bad visibility gave me a terrible headache, by the time we reached our destination, I had a full blown migraine. I went straight to bed with a cup of tea for dinner, only, and waited for it to pass.
Pass it did and about three hours later it had subsided to just your standard headache. It was late but I was awake and worried. While my head throbbed in the worst hours of the migraine, I drifted in and out of very short dreams and worried about abstractions.… continued…
I’m fond of entropy, the sight of buildings decaying, old facades, rusting metal, or neon signs. When I first moved to Seattle, I used to ride my bike through the intersection where this renovation is taking place, past drug dealers and the needle exchange and a now and then a tent revival and a place where you could buy a vibrant purple suit with wide lapels and hey, why not go with the shiny two tone shoes, while you’re at it.… continued…
