Thursday, February 24, 2011
Vacation Time By Country... Guess Where The US Ranks?
Silly followers of Tea Party philosophy.... have you no ability to see beyond the thin veneer of "common sense conservativism" to the multi-national coporations and disgustingly wealthey backers? Do you not see that labor unions are really out to help the working man. Like, for real real help, not this "let's prevent all abortions, kill unions, lock and and flay the gays" help that the Republicans are offering right now while they are supposedly "focusing on jobs."
On a lighter note, a friend of ours is moving to France this year, so good for him and his ridiculously better vacation structure. And I've always thought Spain would be a fun place to live...
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Busted Knee
I’m at home today, not at work. Actually, I’m at home for the next week and a half. At least. Possibly more, depends on the pain and if I can walk again any time soon.
What Happened?
I’m not exactly sure how long ago it happened, but my best guess is that about 2 years ago I hurt my knee. I don’t recall I specific event or anything dramatic, but I recall having problems going that far back.
My knee use to do something really, really neat. When ever I would bend my right leg at the knee then straighten it out my knee would pop. Audibly. Loudly. So much so that my husband and my trainer both told me I need to get it checked out by a doctor. Eventually I caved and went to the doc with my magical popping knee and he came back and told me I had a torn meniscus.
Soooo… What Does That Mean?
Well, I have no idea what that “means” aside from what they say on Wikipedia, but I do know what that meant for me: knee surgery. Also read: pain, no fun, no walking, or owie.
The doctor and the surgeon agreed that surgery was the only option. Luckily, they also agreed on microscopic surgery too. All they needed to do was poke two holes in my knee, one for a camera and one for the tools, and go in and fix the nasty, rogue meniscus.
What They Actually Did
Saturday morning, the husband and I made out way to the surgery center. I’m nervous as can be, my mother is motherly nervous, and my husband is perhaps the most nervous of us all. They take me back, explain the procedure, knock me out, then a few hours later I wake up with lots of drugs in my system and a leg that doesn’t want to move.
It turns out that I did not have an actual torn meniscus though. I had some other torn cartilage in my knee which looks like and acts like a torn meniscus, but it wasn’t the actual meniscus. End result = same damn thing, but different.
Of course, they did all this while finding a way to freak out my husband. At some point my husband asked the nurse what was going on with my surgery. I suppose it was getting into the “taking too long” territory and he had not been updated on anything. They told him there was a complication and I’d be in surgery for another hour and a half, which spooked him, then came back a minute later and said they thought he was asking about someone else and that I had actually just come out of surgery and they’d bring him back to see me in a moment.
So Why No Work?
After all that, the surgeon recommended I take at least a week off from work. Not because my work itself is strenuous, but because getting to work would be a problem for someone like me that takes public transit and goes up and down stairs in the process while I only had the use of one leg.
It’s interesting. I thought I might be excited to take extra time off work, but really I’m not. I’m in pain, I can’t walk very well, I’m on Vicodin so I’m a little loopy, and I’m missing out on work that I’ll need to catch up on when I go back. So I can’t really enjoy the time off.
But I do have to say that my husband has been taking care of me very, very well. I haven’t needed to do anything on my own since I got back. Hell, he even made lunch up for me today (since he had to go to work) so all I have to do is pop it in the microwave and viola! I’m in the best hands!
What Now?
Well, nothing much. Basically, I sit and wait for my knee to get better. Today I’ll take off the dressing on my knee and over the next few days I’ll start trying to work my knee out and slowly start putting pressure on it. Supposedly in “no time at all” I’ll be walking like normal again.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Beignet: The New Orleans Treat!
Of all the New Orleans/Louisiana/Cajun/Creole/French dishes that are out there, I have to say that I'm very partial to the Beignet (pronounced Ben-Yay). Even though I do my best to avoid pasteries in my everyday life, I tend to be the type that makes exceptions while I'm on vacation (afterall, what are vacations for if not for splurging a little?), and I made plenty of exceptions for my sweet, lovely beignets while in New Orleans last weekend!What Is A Beignet?
A beignet is, simply put, fried dough with powdered sugar toping. Sounds delicious, right?
You're probably thinking that a beignet is just a fancy name for a doughnut, and you wouldn't be too far off. Beignet, for those not fluent in The French, quite literally means fried dough, and according to Wikipedia, the word can refer to quite a few different (but similar) pastries in France and other parts of Europe. For our purposes here in the states, we know only of the famous New Orleans style beignets.
Beignets are made with a slightly sweetened dough which is made to rise ever so slighlty as to be puffy, then deep fried. Many times they are served in little triangular shapes or even crescent shaped, and they are topped with what any sane person would consider an obese amount of powdered sugar. They are most often served for breakfast, but can also serve as appetizers, and sipping on a cup of café au lait is practically required while snacking on these pastries. For a simple dish, they are absolutely magical!
Where To Get ThemNow if you go to New Orleans, you will likely be told to go to Café du Monde. And you should. Once. It's a staple of the city and it's pretty well known for this delicious doughy treats. It's also been coporatized and turned into a machine. In itself, that's not a bad thing, and the beignets are good and the café au lait is strong and tasty. You'll love the beignets and you'll be tempted to go back for treats the next morning. But please don't.
Instead, make the trip into the French Quarter (like you're not there already…) and go to Café Beignet on Royal Street. Not only is the café more… café-esque, being small and quaint and full of friendly staff, the beignets and café au lait is vastly superior to Café du Monde. The beignets are made fresh to order and the mix is done in house. When we went, we got the perfect balance of warm, gooey, doughy center and crispy, flaky outside, all perfectly sweetened and just as covered in powdered sugar. Even the café au lait was better! Because of it's location, there may be a bit of a wait in the mornings, but I garauntee it's a shorter wait than at Café du Monde!
Further Tips
By now, I'm guessing you're already booking your trip to New Orleans or fervently searching the Internet for ways to have these wonderful treats shipped to your door. If you find that magical shipper, please let me know! I would not recommend getting the Beignet Mix you can find online though as it tends to be overpriced and just doesn't come out right.
My only other tip for you is to be VERY CAREFUL while you eat these delicous treats! They are caked in powdered sugar which isn't known for staying on the pastry. You will likely get some sugar all over you if you aren't careful. You may want to break common convention and eat over your plate or with a napkin under your chin. It may look odd, but your clothes will thank you!
So go out and book your tickets to New Orleans now and make sure to make time for a few beignets during your trip!
Monday, September 13, 2010
New Orleans And Southern Decadence
New Orleans was a blast, and so was Southern Decadence!
I’ve been to the Big Easy twice, once in 2002 and then this most recent trip. There is certainly a change in air in the city, but I honestly felt like it was a change for the better.
In any case, the highlight of the trip for us was Southern Decadence, which is a giant street party for the boys! ;) We have a great time, met some new friends, and even caught up with a couple old friends while there, so even though there may have been an excessive amount of alcohol consumed (and really, what trip to New Orleans doesn’t include mass amounts of alcohol) there were still quite a few memories made!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Alive And Home
And yes, my husband and I made it back from New Orleans in mostly good health. Aside from both catching a cold of some sort, we're good to go.
I will have more real updates here in the near future, but you know how it goes when one gets back from vacation: excessive amounts of catch up at work, meeting with friends to talk about the trip, etc.
I'm planning on doing a video blog on general impressions of the city and have a few posts in mind about specific things like food and bar navigation. But for now, just know that it was a real blast!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Dear New Orleans

Dear New Orleans,
I would appreciate it if you didn't have thunderstorms the entire weekend I'll be visiting. That sunny day you have scheduled for Monday is great though, can we get a few more of those?
LYLAS,
Dickie
Friday, August 27, 2010
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!
Our original plan was to take some time in October and either go back to Riviera Maya, or maybe stop into the other side of the Mexico and take in Puerto Vallarta. We found a few decent deals for both places, and the idea of sitting on the beach of an all-inclusive resort was really appealing... until we saw a great deal to New Orleans.
The New Plan
I LOVE New Orleans. Like Lady Gag in Bad Romance, I "lurve, lurve, lurve" New Orleans. It's a great city, tons of history and culture, and lots and lots of booze. Esvan has never been, and it was a great price for flight and hotel, so we jumped on the deal!I've not been to New Orleans since Katrina, so for all I know things are drastically different. If the recent news reports are to be believed, everyone in New Orleans is poor, dying, destitute and without hope as the city completely crumbles around them and no one bothers to help… including the news crews that are just sitting around filming it all. While I'm sure there is still some residual effects remaining from the devastation, I'm also pretty certain that, at a minimum, the touristy parts of the city are up and running fine. After all, the French Quarter was not that affected by Katrina.
In any case, I'm completely psyched for the trip. The chubby kid in me is coming out and I'm am already craving some quality Cajun and Creole cooking. I want a po' boy, I need some jambalaya, I have to have some beignets! More red beans and rice? Yes please! Oh, did you make an off-season King Cake just for me?! Yum!!
But it's not just the food I'm excited about. The culture of the French Quarter is fantastic. Yes, there are certain tourist traps to be avoided at all costs (I'm looking at you, Pat O'Brien's!) and shops that are just a waste of time (oh look… another shop full of beads), but you simply can't beat meandering the streets of the French Quarter with a drink in hand, wandering in and out of jazz clubs and interesting artisan shops.
And for a people watcher like me, the evenings along Bourbon Street provide endless hours of entertainment (literally… most of the bars are 24/7). I can plant myself on a balcony and just watch the crowds ebb and flow and see people let go of their inhibitions and just have fun.
Oh, And BTW...Did I mention that during weekend we booked to go down there the French Quarter plays host to one of the biggest gay parties in the country? While I knew that Southern Decadence would be happening in late summer/early fall, we did not know that it would happen to fall during the same weekend we chose to go to New Orleans. We also did not know that a few acquaintances from Chicago and a couple friends from college would be in New Orleans at the same time, so we not only get to party it up a little bit, but we get to do it with some old friends!
Frankly, we're there to be tourists first and drunken revelers second, although in the Big Easy those things tend to go hand in hand. I want to explore the area more, I want to do an architecture and history tour, I want to hit up the zoo and/or the aquarium, I want to eat at all the best restaurants, and after all that is done, I want to enjoy some drinks in the midst of the party.
We're both looking forward to the trip, and I can't wait to share stories and photos once we get back!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Customer Reviews Hyperbole
How exactly is it that you enjoyed the food/service/atmosphere several times before, so much so that you returned there many times, yet one bad experience is enough to ruin it all for you? I'm looking at you, TripAdvisor reviewers.
I believe what you really mean to say is "I want to sound as if I'm an authority on this topic, so I'll make up an arbitrary story about how I've been there many times, then I'll discredit the place because they did not immediately bend to my will as I walked in." At least, that's how I read the review.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Gay Vacation To Riviera Maya, Part 1: Iberostar
Our trip to Riviera Maya, more specifically Playa del Carmen, Mexico, was simply amazing. The weather was wonderful, the water was gorgeous, and the place had just enough of the gay to make us not feel terribly uncomfortable. With that said, I wanted to give a run down of some of the things we saw and experienced while in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, and give you the perspective of what's good and gay, and what's just plain good.I'll start with probably the most important piece of the trip: the resort. Playa del Carmen is a bustling new tourist area with tons and tons of resorts and hotels. You can pick between small hotels on the strip or fun, family-oriented beach resorts or even adults-only, all-inclusive resorts. There are several options to choose from, but if you ask me, the all-inclusive route is the way to go.
The boyfriend and I chose the Iberostar Tucan resort for our stay, and we could not have been happier with our choice. When we started our search of where to stay, I relied pretty heavily on two sites: Apple Vacations for the actual package, and Trip Advisor for recommendations and ratings. For the price/quality combo, the Iberostar Tucan was a perfect fit, and it was all-inclusive which made it that much better of a deal.Being two 'mos that are pretty affectionate with each other, traipsing off to a more rural area of Mexico, which tends to be less gay friendly, held some concerns for us. We were a bit worried of what kind of reaction we'd run into while there. So it was with some relief, and not a little surprise, that we were greeted by the cutest little queen that ever did flame once we got to our resort. He recognized family right away. After we exchanged our super secret gay handshake, our new found friend made sure to upgrade our room to as close to the beach as possible and was even able to get us in to our room before the official check in time (we had an early flight and check in wasn't till 3 pm).
With that taken care of, we were able to take in the resort. Let me just say that the Iberostar Tucan is like no other place I've seen before. The place is not huge; in fact, we were able to walk the grounds the whole time we were there quite easily. It was massive though, in the sense of what they were able to pack into the space they had without making it feel cramped at all. The lobby, which encompasses the check-in/out counter, a lounge area, the various travel agent stands, a few shops and a bar (the best bar, in our opinion), is a completely open-air with a giant thatched-roof above. We soon found out that this open-air feel was a theme of the resort. Most of the eateries and bars were open air, as well as the evening entertainment area, with only three of the restaurants in the whole resort enclosed and air conditioned.I was worried initially that this would mean that everything would be excessively hot and we wouldn't be able to enjoy meals or properly relax during the entertainment. We were in Southern Mexico in mid-August after all. However, the breeze from the ocean combined with an elaborate, yet subtle, ceiling fan system kept us comfortable throughout the week during our meals and shows. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this aspect because it allowed me to taken in the tropical climate almost the entire time we were in Playa del Carmen, which is most of the reason us Yankee Chicago boys decided to head there to begin with.
The grounds between the front desk/lobby area stretching back to where the pool began and walled on either side by the hotels was landscaped into a tropical jungle that just so happened to have paved paths and random pagodas. Tropical trees and creatures roamed the grounds and mingled with us guests. Toucans, Macaws, monkeys, pheasants, peacocks, flamingos, cranes and turtles all roamed this area. It's a bit unnerving the first time a monkey swings over your head or a peacock strolls into the path and stares at you, but that fades away to charm very quickly. The flora and fauna of this part of the resort made traveling to dinners and our room quite enjoyable the whole week, and we found ourselves taking different paths through this mini-jungle by the end of the week just to make sure we weren't missing anything.
When we got to the pool, I was fairly impressed. To be honest, I wasn't here in Riviera Maya for a pool. But, the fact that the pool was there, and was plenty large to accommodate the vacationers was very nice. There is also a swim-up bar, but it is in an adjoining pool that is no deeper than wading height for adults (likely a good thing given the amount of alcohol one could consume there in just a few short hours). Surrounding the pool were an assortment of chairs, umbrellas and pagodas big enough to fit two to three people comfortably. These pagodas were particularly fun as they were covered, comfortable and each featured their own set of stairs down into the water. There is also a nice grill next to the pool for convenient snacking.Just to the side of the pool was our room. Our friend from the front desk had provided us a room one hotel away from the beach and right by the pool! The room was nice enough, fairly typical hotel room. Each room featured a nice sized balcony, a mini-bar (all-inclusive as well), a nice sized shower with great water pressure and excellent air conditioning for the times you may want to get out of the heat. The only complaint I had about the room, and I'm not sure if this speaks more to the room itself or the staff, was that we were given a room with two separate beds. Luckily for us, they were both full sized beds so we could make due with sleeping on one while the other became storage space. The beds were also very firm, which may be uncomfortable for some. The firmness did not bother me though, as by the time we fell asleep each night we were either exhausted or drunk.
Possibly the most important feature of the resort is the beach. Some of the reviews had negatively mentioned the "whales" that blot the beaches in Playacar, which I will say are partially justified but not fully so. The area suffers from potential beach erosion, so the resorts (or possibly the state) place the giant tarp bags filled with sand on the beach to prevent the gorgeous white sand from slipping off into the sea. Personally, they did not bother me one bit. If you can't see this beach for its beautiful sand and crystal clear waters, then you must be the kind of person that thinks the glass not half empty, but completely lacking. To compliment the best beach I've ever been on were tons of chairs and umbrellas for fair skinned folk like myself. The resort also sent servers out among the beach goers to take drink orders, and while this wasn't exactly prompt, on-demand service, it was perfect for when we simply could not be bothered to leave the sun. Also, a little ice cream stand and another grill that served hot dogs and burgers all day long were right within reach of the beach, making it completely possible to not have to leave the sand all afternoon if you desired.Although the beach is of upmost importance, to me the staff of the resort of the most important piece of the puzzle. Even with all its other pleasantries, the staff at the Iberostar Tucan could have ruined the whole deal for me. Could have. But they did not ruin it. Instead, they put the perfect touch on what was already a wonderful experience. All but one staff member we interacted with were amazing (you know who you are, guy in the scuba shop). Even the groundskeepers smiled and greeted us as we walked by. The servers were happy to get you what you wanted, the bartenders were appropriately chatty, and even the housekeeping staff left fun animal-shaped towels on you bed everyday. Even the occasionally over-the-top Star Friends staff (the entertainers on the resort who did everything from running beach volleyball tournaments to putting on elaborate stage shows every night) struck a nice balance between hokey and fun. The only complaint I had the entire time was the obviously condescending glare we received from the guy in the scuba hut, but even when that complaint was heard we were apologized to and assured it would be "handled."
With all that said, I'd like to share a few tips about the Iberostar Tucan. First, while this is an all-inclusive resort, you should budget for tips, and plan to tip everyone. No one dared ask for tips, but those that received tips were much more attentive to us, from the quick service at the bars, to the extra care and free upgraded wine at the restaurants, to the daily stocked mini-bar in the room (they were only suppose to stock every other day). Everyone appreciated the tips and showed gratitude in kind. Second, skip the Japanese restaurant unless you're really into Hibachi-style grills. While the food wasn't bad, it just wasn't their forte. The Mexican and Italian were simply amazing though, and the steakhouse was a bit average. The seafood/tropical restaurant was not open during our visit, but since neither of us enjoy seafood we likely would not have tried it anyway. Thirdly, you should know that the evening shows are above good, but not quite at great. If you're finicky about your entertainment, either forget your prejudices for the week or skip them. I found them to be good, particularly the Disco Night and the Culural night (which featured traditional, regional Mexican dances). Fourth, the bar in the lobby is the hands down best bar at the resort. If you have a choice, go there. Lots of mixed drinks, top shelf liquor, and excellent bartenders made for a great couple of drinks. Finally, if you need something or want something, simply ask. We did not have a single reasonable request refused by the resort.
Overall, the Iberostar Tucan was an amazing experience and easily 4.5/5 in my books. The value of this resort was just phenomenal. I would (and do) recommend this resort to anyone. Even those who are child averse (like we are), should find that there are enough ways to avoid kids and enough cozies where kids just don't go to keep you very satisfied. We plan on returning to the Iberostar Tucan and we will definitely be looking for other Iberostar resorts on our future travels.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Weather Report Makes Me Sad

Fuck it, it's an all-inclusive resort. If nothing else, we'll just get wasted at the bar all day long.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Update!
No, I didn't create the blog and then just run away screeming! To the contrary, I've been on vacation from the paying gig, and so took a mini-vacation from blogging as well.
In reality, my vacation thus far has consisted of visiting family in Cincinnati, doing a few fun things for this blog (including buying the domain www.imjustgaying.com), and doing the one thing gamers do best, play new games!
I'll be back in force soon! LYLAS!


