Vegas: Day 3 with Mr Carter

The first two days were quite a blur. Vegas was completely draining, but in a really exciting way! Day 3 was a major change of pace–we finally made it to Dick’s Last Resort. The restaurant is known for its workers acting like, well, jerks.

We loved it!

Luckily it was smack in the middle of our hotel, the Excalibur.

*side note*

Dick’s Last Resort closes for a few hours after midnight. We thought everything was 24 hours in Vegas.

The “Old Bay” rubbed crab legs were so on-point I didn’t have the ability to take any pics. To be honest, I barely spoke to Mr Carter. My mouth was dedicated to the sweet and slightly spicy crab legs that sat before me in a metal pail. You know it’s good when seasoning is dripping down your arms.

The first time I spoke since attacking my grub was to ask a waitress if they had a bathroom. She didn’t even pause while carrying her tray toward the back of the restaurant and all I heard was a loud, “Yep!”

I couldn’t stop laughing. Our bartender rolled his eyes and screamed while pointing to go all the way past the bar.

When I made it to the potty, there were signs on the doors. I took a selfie on my way out but something seemed off.

The door signs were wrong.

With all the confusion whether or not I used a men’s bathroom, or the rude servers at the restaurant, Mr Carter decided to keep our momentum and venture out of our hotel.

Easier said than done. We couldn’t figure out where to go to even get to the strip. It’s all a great system for the casinos in Vegas–they keep people inside as much as possible.

We broke free somewhere between Excalibur and Luxor, magically getting thrown on the sidewalk to fend for ourselves like baby birds.

Our unchaperoned baby steps led us to MGM where we sat at a bar and played Poker and Blackjack. The machine kept spitting out drink vouchers to keep us from leaving. Finally, after our 4th drink, we took our supersized travel cups over to the bowling alley and put our skills to the ultimate test on the Fisher Price lanes. For $5, we got a full game–cheaper than Staten Island. We bowled two games, he won the first but I took the second round.

On our journey back to wherever we came from, Mr Carter taped me Milly Rockin’ up to random strangers and racing a lady up the steps.

To make a perfect day even better, we had way too much fun on the moving sidewalk headed back to our hotel. I love that he can be as silly as me and live every moment like it’s the best one!!

To think, I wasn’t going to wet my hair the entire trip…. and we end up swimming on a moving sidewalk!

Mr Carter is pretty damn cool, it’s why I love him!

Vegas: Day 2 with Mr Carter

Aside from being jet-lagged and never really understanding what time it was, we were swaddled by the most immense dry heat ever imaginable. It was glorious!

My hair held up until it was time to dip in the pool. Mr Carter begged me to wet it and I pleaded he wasn’t going to like the outcome. His charming self persuaded me to hold my nose and let the silky smooth water slip and slide all throughout my previously straight hair. Anyone who knows what kind of locks I have should have gasped for air, or clutched their pearls by now, but I’m glad he encouraged me to let loose. I felt free. And what’s a vacation with your man if he doesn’t get to see everything?

He loved the wild look. You know what they say about being in relationships and starting to look alike? Well…

Yeah, our hair could be related. That just means we’re meant to be!

Day Two was basically spent at the pool, soaking up the chlorine and drinking in the hottest sun we had ever encountered.

Oh, and did we mention the best burger was in the Drenched Bar by the pool? It was a Bourbon Bacon Burger that seriously put all others to shame! We had it about 4 or 5 times. Even the fries tasted like the cook spent hours slaving over a stove to perfect each fry down to the appropriate dash of salt.

The Excalibur Hotel definitely knows what it’s doing. Kudos.

Vegas: Day One with Mr Carter

Everything was going well until we fell asleep. A 6:20AM flight to Vegas sounded like a great idea–stay up all night, sleep on the plane, and start our vacation super early!

I should’ve never let us get comfortable at 2AM…

We spent more time on the shuttle bus than we spent driving to Newark. We got there by 5:45 and they bumped us up to the next flight. The sad part: we weren’t able to get seats together! Anyone who knows our sweet, romantical relationship would know this: he didn’t mind so much. He was more concerned about where his “middle-seat-having-but” would store his kneecaps. I tried to make deals with our seat-mates but they weren’t having it, so I spent the entire flight peaking over my shoulder to the tallest, sexiest, man on the plane and blowing kisses like Fabrizio saying goodbye when the Titanic started to disembark. “I’m-a-never-a-gonna-forget-youuuu!”

On a more interesting note:

1. The airport reeked of black pepper. Like the entire time we walked and walked and walked, every gate was smothered in pepper. Still unsure how I feel about that.

2. There are no more moving walkways. I REPEAT–NO MORE MOVING WALKWAYS!!! Mr Carter said they took them out and threw down alcohol establishments instead. So now when you stop to get smacked before your flight, you won’t have that extra help to slide you closer to your gate. SMH this was a huge loss for travelers of Newark International Airport. (Maybe it was just Terminal B)

3. The airport has a breastfeeding/pumping station. I guess the airport is #ProPumping so that sort of makes up for the lack of speed-walking ability. Sort of.

4. We made friends with a fellow phone-charging-outlet-hog. Manpreet was an incomer from Virginia and all I know is that she came at me a little hard, “You guys from Nooo Yawkk?” But I think it was just her Southern accent that got me. She was pretty cool–she said we reminded her of her friends. We must put on quite the show to others. My Mr Carter makes every moment awkwardly perfect and 9 times out of 10, we are laughing hysterically. Like who wouldn’t want to be around us?

5. I was wedged between an eye-masked chick who slept for a few hours, and a much older man who had arm spasms the whole flight.

Moral of the story?


NYC Pride 2017

As I countdown the days to this year’s NYC Pride, I keep replaying last year’s LIT parade. We met some cool people:

And witnessed some interesting dance moves:

These fine folk even watched our stoop while we went to find some nearby food:

The rest is still a little foggy, but the recap is just precious. Thanks Shadonna for a Pride to remember!

And here’s to 2018’s NYC Pride countdown…



This world is too beautiful to sit back and not look.

I try to enjoy the world I live in as best I can. From the colorful sunsets, to the rhythmic ocean waves, this world is beautiful. The ocean has always been a safe place for me to feel my best and I try to go to the beach as much as I possibly can. There’s something about the breeze, swirling the smell of sun-tan lotion and sea-salt around while the water sways back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm that can never be duplicated. It’s perfect.

The stars have always fascinated me, all spread out across the sky like glistening lights. And when the moon sits close enough to nearly grab, I get such a rush of emotions. Yeah, I’m sensitive to nature and energies, I am a Cancer. It’s not a bad thing. I guess I just love the feeling of having a place of my own, while I share this huge world with way too many people. When I look up to the sky or out across the ocean, I am lost within something so vast, but at the same time I feel safe. It’s magical.

Introduce and re-introduce yourself to the beautiful world that surrounds you.

Ride The Waves, Don’t Let The Waves Ride You!

How can you survive the rough waves in VA Beach, or any rowdy beach for that matter? I’m obsessed with the water so let me explain… There’s a science to it and some people just don’t get it…