Travel

I just got back from Greece

It’s really bittersweet coming back from vacation. One part of you is SO sad that you’re leaving such a beautiful place, but the other part of you is glad to have your routine back. Okay, I’m not really a “routine” person, so it’s mostly bitter, rather than sweet, for me. I’m actually vehemently against a routine and I am so glad that I have a job where every day is a little bit different, but if I could get paid to travel and experience the world I 100% would. In a heartbeat.

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Christie, me, and Amanda at the Acropolis

 

So back in December, my two friends and I decided to book a round trip flight to Athens. That’s all we did. We figured we would fill in the rest later. And that we did. Here’s how we did it.

STEP 1: Decide where you’re going within the country

  1. Santorini from June 25-28
  2. Mykonos from Jule 28-July 1
  3. Athens from July 1-4

STEP 2: Book transit from place to place

We used SeaJets for the fast ferries from Santorini to Mykonos (2.5 hrs) and Mykonos to Athens (just about 4 hrs).

We also decided to just get all the flights out of the way on day 1 so we flew from NYC to London to Athens to Santorini. And a fun-filled day it was.

STEP 3: Decide where to stay in each place

Since our friend, Christie, had done a study abroad in Greece four years ago, she had a pretty good idea of where to stay. Since she spent the majority of her time in Santorini in Kamari Beach, we decided to stay in Fira. More on that later.

When it came to Mykonos, we decided to stay in the party-centric Paradise Beach. Didn’t do a ton of research on this one, but again more on that later.

In Athens we weren’t picky. We just wanted to be within walking distance to the major tourist attractions. We ended up staying in a really nice Home Away right in the city center.

STEP 4: Don’t overthink it

That’s pretty much all we did. The few excursions we did we decided to just play by ear when we got there. We would have all driven each other crazy over-planning and over-booking. I’m glad we did it that way.

We ended up having a f*cking awesome trip. More on that later. Any questions?

Always,

Allie

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Personal

Timehop: My year in a short review

Oh, Timehop. A great way to look back and see all the dumb things you said on Facebook before Messenger was a thing and before you could comment on people’s statuses and wall posts. But it’s also an app that can really show you just how much (or, I guess, how little) you’re doing with your life. I’m not going to bore you with a long, drawn out version of my life story, but I feel like I need to give myself a little credit today. I deserve it. It’s been a crazy year.

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One year ago I was starting my first “big girl” job at Entertainment Cruises Boston and now one short (read: long) year later, I am at MediaCom NYC. The view is different, the job is different, the people are different. I don’t want to burn any bridges by saying which one is better, but I can say that I know a hell of a lot more now then I did then.

Life happened.

If I weren’t laid off seven months ago from a job I thought I would hold for the rest of my life I would never ever be where I am today. I was completely content beginning my career as an event planner and basically not using my fancy degree at all. I wasn’t learning anything new and I certainly wasn’t in any sort of position to further my career in the future.

Life went on.

I made things work. Like everyone who gets laid off, bills don’t stop and it’s not like the government is here to help me continue to live my comfortable lifestyle in a Cambridge apartment going out to dinner twice a week and drinking in excess. So I got a part-time job. It was fun, it paid the bills (dismally), and it gave me time to find something more permanent. Sadly, my “more permanent” version of a job was still pretty dismal. Not in the paycheck, but in the learning opportunities, growth potential, and general industry. It was a temp job, it got me an actual real paycheck and bought me a few months to look for something “real.” Whatever that means…

Life happens.

I applied to about 500 jobs on LinkedIn. I got a few interviews but most were just duds. I then got two offers after a pretty extensive interview process. One was in Florida and one was in New York – one was far far away from anything I know and one was close to where I grew up. One paid a little more with a lower cost of living while the other paid a little less with a higher cost of living. Guess which one I chose. Obviously.

From the Boston Harbor to Midtown Manhattan, I can safely say I’ve made some big changes this year. I guess the moral of my story is: Don’t let one setback become more than what it is. It’s a setback, yes, but it definitely does not have to determine your whole future. Keep putting yourself out there until you find your happy place – whether that be a NYC roof deck or a boat cruising the bay or a sandy, south Florida beach.

Always,

Allie

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History, Personal

P.S. I got a job in New York City

In case my last post about going on my first date in NYC didn’t tip you off…

Bring on the city boys!

I’m beyond excited to be moving home to the NY/NJ area and starting a new chapter of my life post-graduation. I’m excited to share my dating successes and (mostly) failures with the Internet. However, Boston will obviously always have a place in my heart – it’s where I grew up.

One would think this post would be all about the future but really I’d like to take a minute to talk about how much Boston will always mean to me.

It means responsibility. In high school we always have someone to remind us to do the important things. Once you move away – that person becomes you (or you roommate). I had to get a planner, set reminders, take notes, and not fuck anything up. I didn’t have my parents waking me up and driving me to school, I had to walk two miles in the snow to get to class even when I didn’t want to. Omg. I am becoming my parents.

It means maturity. Growing up is hard. Especially when you’re hours away from family and everything safe and cozy. Since the people you surround yourself are really your only family for the time being, putting petty things on the back burner is a necessity.

It means a little bit of immaturity. Growing up is hard. But being young is so much easier. Sometimes we did stupid things and then had to face the consequences and learn from them… Like that time I studied in bed and retained nothing and then got a D on my Finance midterm… Or the time we walked home from MIT in five inch heels and then couldn’t walk properly for like three days.

It means firsts. Jobs, apartments, bills, co-ops, frat parties, interviews, and so, so, so much more. Boston was the place where I got to experience all of the things that adults experience after graduating college and living at home for a few years. I went on my first job interview and got my first job (co-op, but same thing) at 19 years old. I was, for all intents and purposes, a functioning adult at 19. By 20 I had an apartment, bills, and a lease in my name.

It means lasts (kinda). I firmly believe that anything I do in Boston will not be the “last” time I do it there. Although I still have a “Boston Bucket List” in my Google Drive that I still haven’t completed, I feel like I’ve done a lot there and it’s kind of okay that I haven’t done everything. My visits to Boston are going to be fewer and further in between, but when I do get back one day I will most definitely whip out that list and go to town (literally).

It means history. Boston = American history. It also means my own history. At this point, looking back, I have amazing history in that city. I have landmarks that I cherish, bars I barely remember going to (including the oldest one in America), and places I’ve created lifelong memories.

It means winter. Sorry, I had to throw this in there. In my five years living there, I managed to survive two of Boston’s top 10 snowiest winters and two of the top 10 worst individual snowstorms. I almost moved to Florida.

It means the future. Boston is an amazing place with only good things to come. It’s only becoming more and more amazing with every passing year. With the impending Olympic decision, Boston is ramping up it’s overall accessibility, state-of-the-art public areas, residential (and hopefully affordable) housing, and dual commercial/communal spaces. I swear, I’m going to come back in five years and not even recognize my school.

It means family. I 100% believe that I have a family in Boston. Although there may not be a real bloodline involved, I have a Northeastern family, a Delta Zeta family, and a network of friends that will be there for me if I ever need it. We’re all moving around and choosing our own paths in life, but Boston is one thing we will always have in common. It will always be that nostalgic thing that we look back on and wonder why we ever left.

It means independence. This is the place that fostered my independence and showed me how to succeed on my own. I absolutely would not be the person I am today if I had not made the decision to move to Boston five long (but short) years ago. I learned to be my own person, to value my happiness first, to remove myself from toxic situations, and to truly trust myself.

I got wicked emotional writing this post and had to stop here. Tears on the keyboard. Check back for potential updates.

Always,

Allie

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Humor, Media, OkCupid, Opinion

Does this ever work for you?

Questions for the male population taking part in online dating.

I sometimes receive messages and I openly wonder, “Has this ever worked for you in the past?”

There are some first messages that you just can’t ignore. Okay, usually I do ignore them. But in theory I want to ask if their weird pickup line has worked in the past, who it’s worked on, and what the end result was – I guess that’s the social scientist in me that is genuinely interested and curious about human interaction. I mean, that’s one of the reasons I have so many online dating profiles (aside from the obvious: being single).

Get it?! What's Updog?!?! HAHAHHAHAHA. not.

Get it?! What’s Updog?!?! HAHAHHAHAHA. not.

Like this winner. I believe this natural wordsmith must have really dug into the recesses of his brain to think of this one (or at least thought back to the third grade when this was a thing). Sure, I could have played along. But honestly, if I’m not instantly attracted to you – or at least determine that I wouldn’t blow you off if you approached me in a bar – I’m not going to respond. It’s not because I’m rude, either. I have a right to respond to whomever I want. So to all you guys that say I “owe” them at least some sort of response and that it’s “common courtesy”: I DON’T. AND FUCK OFF.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Slight rage about being bitched at for not responding to an ugly guy aside. This photo above shows why online dating is so fucking dumb. (Might as well rename it #OKStupid, amiright?) This guy starts out okay; he comes on a little strong, sure, but the words are nice so you can’t really hold it against him. And then you read the last sentence. It kind of hits you like a truck, honestly. I’m not some kind of communist that isn’t aware that this is a joke, but this isn’t Improv Asylum is it? This is supposed to be “dating.” Would you say this to someone standing on line at Starbucks? Would you say this to someone next to you at the bar? Would you say this to the owner of the cute dog you’re walking past on the street? I THINK NOT. (Is that how people used to meet in the olden days? I really don’t know. It was just a guess.)

The moral of the story is: If it wouldn’t work in person, don’t say it online.

P.S. Follow me on Twittah. Ya won’t regret it.

Always,

Allie

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Personal, Puppy

Pep-date

Remember when I posted that I got a new puppy? Oh yeah, September 10th, 2013…the last time I posted on here. Well she’s grown up a bit. She’s now a 50 lb, 1 year old monster. Ok, she’s actually not a monster at all. She’s the best dog. I trained her so well (*dirts off my shoulder*). She is good off-leash and she knows about seven commands (sit, stay, down, paw, high five, up, and speak). I think she also speaks English and understands emotions.

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Food

Eggplant Parm

Sorry I’ve been slacking on my recipe posting! Last night I made an awesome eggplant Parmesan for my boyfriend who had never eaten eggplant before (how crazy is that!).

Here’s what food stuffs ya need:

  • 1 eggplant
  • Milk
  • Breadcrumbs (I used panko breadcrumbs with some Italian seasoning mixed in)
  • Olive oil
  • Marinara
  • Parmesan cheese, grated
  • Mozzarella cheese, grated

Here’s what supplies ya need:

  • Baking sheet
  • Bowl
  • Plate
  • Casserole dish (Pyrex) – preferbly a large 9 x 13 inch one
  • Small saucepan if you want to make pink sauce instead of using marinara

I preheated my oven to 375 degrees. I then started out with a HUGE eggplant. I cut it into slices about 1/3 – 1/4 inch thick. Then I put some olive oil on a baking sheet. I dunked each slice in milk and then coated the slices in the panko/Italian seasoning mixture. I put these bad boys on the oiled baking sheet and baked for 25 minutes.

Once the eggplants are nice and tender, it’s time to make the sauce. I like pink sauce better so in a saucepan I threw some half and half and a bit of Parmesan into my marinara sauce.

Increase the oven temp to 400.

Then I coated the bottom of my baking sheet with sauce. Then layer eggplant, sauce, and cheeses. Keep going until the pan’s all full. Then I topped it with some breadcrumbs and fresh parsley from my itty bitty porch planter! Ahh city living…

Bake this on 400 for about 40 minutes or until the breadcrumbs begin to brown and the sauce is bubbling nicely.

ENJOY!

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xx

Always,

Allie

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Yummy breakfast!

Breakfast

I made this delightful breakfast the other morning because breakfast is easily my favorite meal of the day. And snack time…

Here’s how:

2 slices of toast, toasted to a perfect medium brown

2 slices of bacon (usually I do turkey bacon, but I haven’t had real bacon in so long that I just had to…)

2 eggs fried over easy

A little bit of chopped scallion on top of the eggs

A slice of white American cheese (or whatever you prefer) on top of each egg

Put a top over the eggs for the last minute of frying so that the cheese melts

A handful of fresh raspberries on the side

A nice big glass of fresh orange juice

Let me know what you think!

xx

Always,

Allie

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