It’s Tuesday. Most of us are sitting behind a desk nursing our first (or second?) cup of coffee. Let’s do some collective daydreaming that we’re cooling off in a giant jungle swimming hole, shall we? This photo was originally posted on a Facebook travel page as “spotted in Mexico,” but a commenter pointed out that it’s actually the Sua Ocean Trench in Samoa. Who wants to come along for my fact-checking mission? [Facebook]
Finding yourself out in public looking decidedly worse for the wear and without access to your trusted array of makeup is a total nightmare. It’s hard not to panic when, say, you’re encroaching on oil slick status en route to a spur-of-the-moment party, or you’ve spotted your ex across the Starbucks line and you don’t have so much as an errant lipstick on hand. Of course, lugging around your entire face-painting collection is impractical and virtually impossible, but it’s always important to have the essentials stashed away, you know, just in case. These seven makeup bags are petite enough to fit in a satchel, but have just enough room for the basics, not to mention the tiny coordinating treats you may just want to throw in, too …
Dear Drunk Tourist,
You sauntered up to the Rome airport’s international terminal with a backpack and a can of beer, ready to check in for your flight. When no one showed up to help you (God, customer service these days!), you jumped over the counter and snuggled up on the baggage belt for a quick nap. This would have been a totally reasonable plan, except that baggage belt started moving, taking you deep into the secure mazes of conveyor belts within the airport while you snoozed contentedly. Who knows how far you would have gone or which corner of the world you would have been shipped to if security guards hadn’t spotted you on their x-ray monitors and plucked you out of your drunk suitcase dreams.
Listen dude, I’m not sure if it’s your laissez-faire attitude or the fact that the x-ray scan of you looks like an ultrasound photo of an adult man-baby, but I’m intrigued. What do you say next time you let me buy you a beer and we take a nap together?
If there are two things I love in this world, it’s the mail system and vintage travel ephemera. If I had to choose a third thing to add to my love list, it would be miniaturized versions of things (coming in a distant fourth would be my boyfriend, tied with lasagna). So as you can imagine, these teeny tiny air mail envelope earrings, which are made to order by an Etsy jewelry maker, are pretty much my life dream status. Someday I’ll wear these babies to take a trip around the world. With my mailman. [$8, Etsy]
When I visited The Frisky offices in New York earlier this year, I stayed in a cute little hotel near Central Park. One morning I got up to take a shower, and as I turned on the water I noticed an apple seed-shaped speck on the bathmat. I reacted like most people would: backing out of the room slowly, sprinting for the phone and whispering, “I … found … a … bed … bug” as if the tiny parasite were an unstable man with a gun. Within moments, the entire housekeeping staff rushed through the door and hustled me into a different room. Luckily my little visitor turned out to be the only antisocial bed bug in history, so my stuff wasn’t infested and I avoided any bites, but the whole experience really freaked me out (so much so that I quarantined my suitcase in my garage for weeks after returning home). Next time I stay in a hotel I’ll definitely do a search on Bed Bug Registry first — this website compiles reports of bedbugs to help travelers and renters make informed choices about where they stay. The bad news? All of those little red dots are bed bug infestations. If you need me I’ll be in my bunker. [Lifehacker]