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So You Want to Go to Chippendales

I am the first to admit, I have lived a pretty cliche life. Grew up in a small town, graduated with kids I went to Kindergarten with, dated the football QB and went to Vegas for my 21st birthday. Trite right? 

In an effort not to be expectable, for our 21-run-Vegas-style-excursion, us group of girls opted not to attend the usual Chippendales show and went for the humorous Penn & Teller.

Well, for Bethany’s 25th birthday we decided we need to do something fun, something warm, something crazy. So off to Fabulous Las Vegas we went for the fourth-anniversary-of-our-21st-birthday-Vegas-Round-two. This time we were going to do this right, aka, Chippendales. 

I thought I was attending to humor the girls, just going to be supportive, just playing along to the girl it seemed I should be (what is that psychology term called? That, that’s what I was doing). Never in a million years would an education conservative reserved girl like me be into something so forward as Chippendales. 

Well folks, let me tell you, I learned a valuable lesson that day. Maybe it was the vacation mentality, maybe it was the Long Island maybe it was all the flashing lights and loud music, but let’s just say, I enjoyed it. There was dancing, comradery, high-fiving and I think even a little shoving at one point when the Chippendales came walking through the crowd (and yes, birthday girl even got her very own lap dance). It was Vegas in every way, shape and form (aside from the fact that apparently as of now it does not stay in Vegas).

Never in my life have I hooted, hollered, cat-called and “ow-ow” more in my life! Those boys were there to entertain and boy did they! 

So ladies, moral of the story, I do not care how “proper” and “appropriate” you are in your real life, Vegas is fake and you can be whoever you want. So do yourself a favor and slide into Chippendales, you may see a different side of yourself but definitely in a good way!



Why would I fly half way around to world to go to a city I can’t event pronounce? One word: Zorbing.

Since the first time I saw that giant plastic ball on Pinteret, I knew I wanted to do that. Originated and perfected in New Zealand, when I started planning my trip I knew it was a must do.

So I did. I went to stinky, impossible to pronounce Rotorua (by the way, you say it just as it sounds- Ro-tuh-roo-uh) to Zorb! After a relaxing week in Wellington, I got on a bus for 12 hours to arrive in a city where I kept looking around trying to figure out who farted. Not knowing anything about the town except a few enlightenments from the girls at the last hostel, I had a good feeling about it (but boy, something doesn’t smell right).

Pathway to Lake Rotorua

Pathway to Lake Rotorua

I got off the bus (, made my way to my hostel (, check in, go to my room, smell my armpits – then it hit me. The geysers, the hot springs – THE SULFUR.

Rotorua is home to some pretty amazing thermal activity that a Maori tribe perfected, using to their utilitarian advantage. It’s beautiful but even the local can attest to the fact that you do not get used to that smell.

But onward and upward. I was going Zorbing, which I booked online directly through I was not a fan of Rock Solid Backpackers Rotorua hostel (it felt like a prison with paper thin walls) but they did offer activity discounts when booking directly through the hostel. For Zorb, they had a 10% off discount but since I prebooked it it ended up being more expensive than booking day of.

Zorbing was everything I thought it would be. I shimmied into that giant ball through a small hole with about one foot of water in it and was pushed down a hill feeling like my favorite dress when I throw it in the washing machine. I. Loved. It.

Rotorua is is also well known as a Maori cultural haven. The Tewhakarewarewatangaoteopetauaawahiao (try saying that ten times fast) have built an unbelievable village among massive thermal activity. I was so amazed by their ingenuity, using parts of the boiling water to cook their poultry and hot spots for seafood and vegetables- even selling geothermal  cooked corn for only $2 an ear (for more information you can go too I was in awe the entire time.

Whakarewarewa Thermal Village


Rotorua is one of the best surprised I have ever experienced. Going there not knowing what to expect and being entertained, amazed and well-fed it is a place I am so I excited I decided to go to… And cannot wait to go back!


In college, my girlfriends and I had a friend named Daven and we all had nicknames for him. Chelsey’s nickname for him was Davenport. Well, turns out, her nickname for him is a quaint suburb only a 5 minute ferry ride from Auckland Central.


As the closest ferry port to Auckland, Davenport is the perfect escape from the city complete with eateries, museums, shops and beaches.

Myself, I spend the day lounging on the seashell-lined beach, reading and enjoying utter bliss!image