Ah, Valentine’s Day. The day we all get our smooch on. Personally, I call it pucker day. And if I don’t get my smooch on, dahrlings, I call it something else. Rhymes with pucker. Travel is the absolutely perfect…
Launching an airline, dahrlings, always strikes me as the purview of oil men or poorly weaned Bay St. types with a billion dollars to lose. But a couple of Greeks and a Frenchman sounds more like the beginning of a…
This just in…. As the Nino news is official, I thought I should share it before it’s old news. As of this morning, Mr. Montagnese is riding the TravelBrands saddle as SVP of both Sunquest and Holiday House. And as…
At 60, Barbie is over the hill, dahrlings. Actually, financial analysts say she’s over a cliff. A plaything of the past. Well of course she’s out of step! No woman looks like that. I told Mattel to give her bigger…
I’ve been muzzled, dahrlings, more than once. When you gab a lot, you live on the edge of nasty reprisals, lost ad dollars, spurned men, miffed readers (you may notice I never mention God or Jesus anymore. Those…
Most people go to Hawaii and get happily lei’d. But when one of the dotty dinkettes from Open Jaw world headquarters heads to the land of Aloha on one of those industry type business trips (wink, wink, nudge, nudge), she…
Bloody hell Pumpkins, we’re not 10 days into 2015 and we’re accosted by a gag-inducing neologism. The invented word comes from a new travel review app called ‘HeyLets,’ which raises what they call the controversial topic, “Should travel-related websites eliminate…
The cruiso-sphere was abuzz yesterday, dahrlings. News of Crystal Cruises buying Deutschland – not the country, the ship – was a bit of a ‘huh?’ Black boots in a crystal shoppe. Really Edie? Turns out it’s all a bit…
It’s almost a brand new year, dahrlings. This romantic notion of time is intended to inspire me to new levels of hope and optimism. It’s a tough gig when faced with hair sprouting where it has no business. (You have…
Good lord, Pumpkins! Yesterday’s news of the U.S. lifting the ban on travel to Cuba is almost worse than the Bay of Pigs missile crisis. We’ll soon be facing a bay of yanks packing up their bikinis and taking over…
