I knew there was something fraudulent about those lonely planet guidebooks. While visiting my parents in Kazakhstan, I backpacked by myself to a nearby city. Not speaking any Russian, I realized I was in some shit, especially because the map was outdated and just plain out inaccurate, despite being published that same year.
I accidentally discovered this book in the travel section of my local Barnes and Noble, and I am glad to have found it. The author’s acerbic wit and brutal honesty reveals much about the struggles of being a travel writer, which always had been in the back of my mind a dream job. The book really captures the raw ingredients of hedonistic, adventure traveling. It is an extremely enjoyable, interesting read.
Ever since I figured out how to bypass bouncers as an underage minor, I’ve been hitting up a lot of clubs and bars. In fact this weekend, I’ve been drinking ridiculous amounts of a-hol Friday-Sunday, which ended up with me yacking last second on Sunday night (I still need to brush my teeth, have some dried up vomit burger caught between my molars) Although Seattle has a pretty crap nightlife compared to NYC, Boston, DC, LA, Tokyo, London, etc, if you look in the right places Seattle isn’t too bad. Anyways if you’re trying to get some tail, this guide will save you some time and money.
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You’re always late for class, you have a paper to do and you never have enough time in the day – welcome to college. This is supposed to be the best time of your life but you’re always stressed out and feel overwhelmed. The last thing on your mind is getting to the gym.
I had no idea that getting into 21+ clubs under age would be so easy. I always hated the US because you have to be 21 to drink but my friend lent me his passport and I got in, no problem. Of course I used a little charisma and small talk to distract the bouncer and increase my chances.
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