* I let a guy in a bar in Wicker Park pick me up and went back to his place.
* I went to Italy despite not knowing a lick of Italian.
* I flew to London on a total bargain-basement airline shortly after a volcano.
* I walked across 4 neighborhoods in New Orleans to get to the French Quarter when the streetcars shut down.
* I walked back across 2 neighborhoods in New Orleans trying to find a cab.
* On another trip, I walked the length of Bourbon Street clear down to the Marginy district before it was all that well-populated.
* During a cross-country solo road trip, I got lost at some point, pulled over for the night in a town with a population of 325 and checked into a hotel where the front desk clerk actually leered at me when he heard I was alone, and stayed there anyway.
* I hiked in the desert in Utah in July at noon with only a tiny 16-oz bottle of water.
* I visited New Orleans in August, was unused to the heat and started dehydrating.
* I ate in a really dodgy kebab place in Cork.
* The guy in Wicker Park fell asleep 30 seconds after getting off, and I was left to find my way out of his apartment complex alone and had to walk 2 blocks in search of a cab.
* Most people in Italy knew some English, and even if they didn't we could talk through sign language - like the woman who somehow managed to tell me "hot chocolate is a seasonal beverage so we don't serve it in spring" entirely through charades.
* Having flown to London via Iceland gave David Tennant something to tease me about when I met him at the stage door of a play I saw him in.
* Walking that far across New Orleans in search of food is what drove me to ask a cop for a restaurant recommendation, and he not only tipped me off to a great place, he gave me official NOPD mardi gras beads.
* I ran into that same cop sitting in a squad car while looking for a cab, and he gave me a free ride back to my hotel.
* Walking that far down Bourbon Street, away from the crowds, lead me to finally notice that the moon was out, which prompted me to sing "Moon Over Bourbon Street" there on the sidewalk as I made my way back.
* Stopping in the small town lead to me discovering the best small-town newspaper headline I've ever seen - "Tractor Accident Sends Local Man To Witchita."(The hotel guy? Did nothing after all.)
* The hiking I did in Utah was low-impact enough that the worst thing that happened while hiking was that I hallucinated for a split second that one cliff face had 100-foot flaming Hebrew letters on it, at which point I promptly got into the car and drove back to the visitor center, bought a half-gallon of water and drank it all on the spot.
* In New Orleans, all that happened when I started dehydrating was that I got a headache. The girl in the hostel from whom I borrowed an aspirin guessed why I had a headache and told me to drink more water. I was fine after that.
* I did get food poisoning from the kebab place, but I was staying with a friend and her mum, and so mum looked after me. I did end up inadvertently mooning her during one sprint to the bathroom, but my friend reassured me that "she's seen worse," which I'm still not sure whether I should take offense at.
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