Travel

The old addage that "money won't buy you happiness" is mostly true, that is unless you have just under $7k in your pocket and an urge to vacation with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.

When it's time to party, you should probably party hard, correct? Well there's no better place to do it than in a club co-owned by the master of partying, Andrew W.K.

Despite what the Rolling Stones might have you believe, wild horses could definitely drag you away. Take a trip to Assateague and find out for yourself.

I don't care how this makes me sound, it's just honest: I hated every kid I ever knew who got to go to space camp. It was based on nothing more than raw, seething jealousy.

Even though my complete lack of self-control dictates that any museum trip I go on in Amsterdam be "sponsored" by legal marijuana (which would make The The Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments (MMTI) infinitely more terrifying) I'm still excited to visit.

Remember when we used to make fun of Canadians? We'd laugh and laugh about how silly it was to live in the tundra, and how they had funny accents and rode caribou and stuff. Then they got universal health care, and we all sort of shut up. Well, they also have a Star Trek Museum in a town called Vulcan. We're looking dumber by the day.

If you've ever wanted to hull up in a bar and hibernate, what better place to do it than inside of an actual cave?

Every time I got sick as a kid, my mother would call me 'Typhoid Mary.' That was before the internet was a thing, and so I always assumed she was having a bout of amnesia. When I was older, though, I learned that Mary was very real, typhoid was very scary, and this abandoned island hospital in the middle of NYC was where they kept people who had it.