Tag: friends

Posted on

Something Worth Going Home For

Enroute San Antonio, TX

A few posts back we posed a question to you: when is it worth it to go home?

We told you there were several reasons why we came back but we didn’t go into a lot of details on our reasons.  Remember we didn’t just fly home from Auckland.  We left in Tonga a guaranteed free ticket to Australia on a private motor yacht to hop a flight to Auckland then onto the United States.  Why the heck did we decide to leave then?

To understand this story, we have to take you back to Bora Bora.  Shouldn’t all good stories ending in San Antonio involve a detour though Bora Bora?  We think so…

Bora Bora Mountain

Remember the Bora Bora business day we had where we made phone calls to, among other people, Greg’s old business partner?  Right well he had a little more than business to discuss.

Michael – “I’m getting married and I was wondering if you wanted to be the best man.”

Greg – “Oh you bastard…”

Continue reading “Something Worth Going Home For”

Related posts:

Default ThumbnailIs it worth it to go home? Default ThumbnailCity of om-nom! Default ThumbnailLone Star Wines Default ThumbnailBora Bora Business Day
Posted on

So THAT’s where everyone went!

Atlanta, GA

So, as thirtysomethings (oh, now that’s frightening…) we’ve been wondering.  For the past several years actually…

Where the heck did everybody our age go!? Continue reading “So THAT’s where everyone went!”

Related posts:

Default ThumbnailUkeing it up Default ThumbnailGreg stars as “The Nanny!” Default ThumbnailBring Forth The Multi-Sided Dice Default ThumbnailSomething Worth Going Home For
Posted on

Greg stars as “The Nanny!”

Atlanta, GA

One of the reasons we came back was to spend a month with our dear friends.  They had an urgent need for some help with child care for a month so Greg headed over to Atlanta, GA while Tiffany moved on to our next destination a little early to help out one of our friends with his business.

Greg remembers the first time he saw Atlanta.  He was a new ensign in the Coast Guard and by new, we mean he got his commission about a month before and was driving to his first duty station in Florida.  At about midnight he was heading down the I-75 when he crested a hill and the whole city of Atlanta lit on a clear night spread out before him.

Atlanta at nightIt was a sight he’ll never forget but then getting pulled over 30 minutes later by the Atlanta police for speeding stuck in his memory too.   What’s the deal with him and cops?

Continue reading “Greg stars as “The Nanny!””

Related posts:

Default ThumbnailSo THAT’s where everyone went! Default ThumbnailSomething Worth Going Home For Default ThumbnailFine line between cute and slutty Default ThumbnailCity of om-nom!
Posted on

Bring Forth The Multi-Sided Dice

San Jose, CA, USA

When in San Jose Greg likes to party.  He likes to party a lot.

But perhaps we should take a moment to define this word, as its meaning could be somewhat…skewed depending on your perspective and life experiences.  To many people, this would involve nightclubs, expensive bottles of vodka, private tables, next day hangovers, loud music and expensive, if somewhat revealing and usually uncomfortable, clothing.

Greg’s mother loved Greg’s high school partying habits.  He had no curfew, none.  This conversation happened regularly in his home as a child:

“Mom, I’m going to a party, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“OK, just be sure to call at 10.”

Usually he forgot.  But that was ok and not because Greg had a cell phone.  Greg’s mom just knew where he was.

Continue reading “Bring Forth The Multi-Sided Dice”

Related posts:

Default ThumbnailSo THAT’s where everyone went! Default ThumbnailProximity Default ThumbnailSomething Worth Going Home For Default ThumbnailCity of om-nom!
Posted on

A Different Breed of Nomad

Avarua, Rarotonga, Cook Islands

As we depart Rarotonga we think we would be remiss if we failed to mention Robyn in more detail.

Remember how we said we found a group of fellow sailors our own age? Well, that wasn’t completely true. We found a group of other sailors and Robyn. See Robyn got here to the Cooks the same way most sane residents of North America (she’s Canadian) would: by plane. When we ran into her she had been living on Rarotonga for several weeks spending her days working in an organic farm part time, her evenings relaxing at her hostel or partying with the locals and her free time enjoying the island paradise she decided to call home for a few months. Yes, you heard us right. Months. Robyn wasn’t a tourist, she was a temporary resident. Continue reading “A Different Breed of Nomad”

Related posts:

Default ThumbnailCannibalism is Alive and Well in Rarotonga! A License for Awesome! Default ThumbnailNo Wonder They’re So Fit! Default ThumbnailArea of Totality