Q: HOW DO YOU EAT ICE CREAM? 

A: Depends on the flatware I grab. I have no shame in indulging in ice cream with a fork. 

Q: WAFFLES OR PANCAKES?

A: If you think pancakes are better than waffles you’ve been woefully misinformed. First, waffles are waaaaay better for holding toppings. Second, we have the waffle cone, waffle fries, and let’s not forget, chicken and waffles! Furthermore, Eleven from Stranger Things loved waffles and if she’s wrong, I don’t want to be right. 

Q: HAND HOLD YOUR PIZZA OR FORK AND KNIFE IT? 

You see these hands? I’m fixin’ to fold it in half. Now, regarding that mess they call “Chicago Deep Dish”… please hand me the fork because that isn’t pizza, that’s lasagna. Weirdos. *winks at Chicago friends*

Q: BEST PLACE TO BUNKAR DOWN FOR THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?

And I don’t have the financial means to charter a jet to an island? Realistically speaking, I have two options based on my home base.

Luckily, the Mississippi River runs right through Minneapolis and St. Paul. This means commandeering a docked vessel shouldn’t be too difficult However, it would require me to consistently return to shore and fight through hoards of the undead to get supplies. 

The other option is a prison. They may be great at keeping people in but it’s great at keeping things out. The issue there is I wouldn’t know if it’s empty or not but I’m game to share if others are.

I really am going down the rabbit hole on this one, ha!

Q: WEAPON OF CHOICE IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?

In my mind, I get two weapons – a long range weapon and a melee weapon. Long range, I’d probably go with a Windham Weaponary RMCS-3 AR-15 Silenced and Scoped. The versatility is astounding. Melee wise, I’m going for the crowbar as its multipurpose. A wooden bat can break and a metal bat with nails isn’t ideal either. 

Q: WHAT MEMORY ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE?

My first holiday with a client was in London. While the plane was still boarding, I settled in my seat with a glass of champagne and received a frantic call from him. He lost his passport and was going to miss his initial flight. Ironically, the wi-fi was out on this particular aircraft so you can only imagine how anxious I was to get across the pond. Luckily, once we touched the ground, I received a voicemail detailing that he had in fact found his passport… it was in a wine box he used during his latest move. A deep sigh of relief, a long wait in customs, a change of shoes, and a cup of coffee later, my date arrived looking a little disheveled but handsome as always. We took the Heathrow Express to Paddington and the moment I stepped onto the platform, my whole world shifted. 

See, I had been outside of the country before but I had never been to London. As a history buff, I have a deep appreciation for our British cousins. But there’s a deeper reason. On my third attempt to read the first book of the Harry Potter series, I fell in love. As a child, I’d wait for my mother patiently as she’d head off to Barnes and Noble before midnight to snag a copy of each new book. She’d come home, place the book in the palms of my hands, and I’d hurriedly sneak off to my room, the book clutched to my chest. Over the course of 24 hours, if I wasn’t reading or asleep, I’d really only come out of my room for essential reasons until I finished each new installment. The backdrop for Harry Potter was London and the UK and so I associated those two places with magic. Take into account that nearly every movie I loved as a child and young adult had London as the backdrop and voila… ridiculous fascination with London in effect!

Anywho, so there I was on the platform in Paddington, my mouth wide open like a typical American as my client had started to B-line it to hail a cab. I felt my eyes water and tears stream down my face. Overwhelmed both physically and emotionally, I was grateful that someone granted me the gift of bringing me somewhere magical. A different gentleman saw my crying and in his lovely British accent asked, “Are you alright, love?” Turning to look at him, I replied, “I’ve never been to London and I am so happy to be here.”  He gave me a smirk and a nod of approval and I flashed him my mega-watt smile.  Suffice to say, some dreams do come true.

Q: WHICH COMIC CHARACTER WOULD BE YOUR ALTER EGO?

Where to begin? We have the comic book characters of the big screen, altered from their origin stories greatly to appease our need to feel “good”. Then, we have the actual character development from the comics themselves. Film-wise… well, Shuri, Valkyrie, Nikia, Okoye… do you see a pattern here? Legitimate comics? Valkyrie all the way. I could go in depth, but this is a conversation best had for pillow talk. 

Q: IF YOU COULD CONFRONT ONE FICTIONAL CHARACTER, WHO WOULD IT BE? 

Initially, my body reacted strongly and my mind said, Adam and Eve from the Bible. I mean… they ate the apple *sighs* and Adam is just as much at fault as Eve. As a CEO Catholic, the Bible is a well-revered book filled with lessons. But that’s the point… for me, they are just lessons and suggested guidelines on how to be a good person. The book is not a hard and fast set of rules to live by. However, I’ve been re-watching Game of Thrones and at the current moment, Ramsey Bolton can go… you know this is neither the time nor the place. 

Q: WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO MUSIC?

My tastes are as eclectic as they come. With a big family, my tastes stem from my parents and each older sibling. My mom was all about Prince and Bob Seger while my Dad was a Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd kinda guy. My older siblings swayed from Tupac and TLC to Nine Inch Nails and Nirvana. I remember the sound of the plastic wrap coming apart opening my family’s CDs, or that audible creak the plastic made when the case rubbed it against itself when opening the case. These days, I don’t collect CDs but I do own a record player, vertical no-less, with a humble vinyl collection but nowhere near the amount my Dad owned as a teen. 

Spotify is my go to these days and for all intents and purposes… it gets the job done… albeit without the gratifying task of putting a CD in a tray and listening to the gears whir in the sound system. In general, my go-to is hip-hop like OutKast, songwriter country like Chris Stapleton, and the emo music of teen years like My Chemical Romance, Green Day, and Coheed and Cambria. Lately though, I’ve been listening to a lot of lo-fi hip hop which is just as good to relax to as it is to fuck to.

Q: NIGHT CLUB, DIVE BAR, STRIP CLUB OR SOMETHING ELSE?

Depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to feel like Biggie… posted up like Big Poppa in the VIP of a strip club, donning sleek all black attire with a hint of red coming from my lipstick and the soles of my heels. Other times, I rather just play footsie with you in a dimly lit restaurant, eyes meeting over scotch based cocktails anticipating the pleasure we’re fixin’ to create together…

Q: WHERE TO NEXT?

My first exclusive travel date was a weeklong excursion to London with a fella who was going for business. Although we enjoyed the early mornings and evenings together, during the day, I was left to my own devices. That week, I found myself basking in what was my childhood dream come true: being in London. Every day, I took in the sights and the sounds… listened adoringly to British accents, dialects and slang… I will forever love the word “tosser” and the phrase “bloody hell”.  My travel companion was a champ and spoiled me rotten although I never expected it: providing a per diem daily, generously offering to cover a hefty tab consisting mostly of wine between myself and other companions after a lively lunch turned afternoon tea, and somehow keeping his eyeballs open for 8pm dinners and 10pm cocktails… who knew everything closed around midnight. As soon as I returned back the the states, I knew that traveling and being a travel companion was for me. 

While London will probably always be a top 3 destination, these days, I’m most interested in expanding my travels wherever they may take me from savage forests, remote villages, and even major cities. As the writer Susan Sontag once said, “I haven’t been everywhere yet, but it’s on my list.”

Q: IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? 

I think the point is I have a glass. 

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