The best existing arguments for a "sober" vacation.

In August 2000, shortly after my 21st birthday, my best friend Edna and I took a week long cruise in the Carribbean--at the same time as a hurricane. We escaped unscathed, but for a few scathes of our own doing. Read Tales of Cruise Ship Terror and never see a Duck Fart the same way again.

The result of many years of watching romantic films, my bohemian fantasy was fulfilled as I embarked on a month long visit to France in July of 1999. I spent six illustrious weeks wandering through the picturesque cobblestone alleys of Paris, stopping at quaint cafes, dodging the groping hands of those bastard Parisian men, and navigating around the giant steaming heaps of dog shit that lined the streets like so much gold. You may now read the extended Paris! One Girl's Account of the City of Love, and experience firsthand (well, ok, more like secondhand) the triumphs and tribulations of this incredible journey.