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summer ta-da! list;

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listen to cape cod kwassa kwassa while at cape cod.

take millie, the bike, down to the cape.

buzz my head. oh whoops. did that.

plan epic road trip.  (any good books i should download on my kindle for the trip? is it sad that this is my main concern?)**

concerts concerts concerts. regina spektor. the kooks. cake. two door cinema club. santigold. jukebox the ghost. laura marling.

take trapeze classes.

more swing and contra dancing.

rock climbing at m.i.t.

visit vermont= i’ve officially been to all of the northeastern states. and caused mayhem in all of them.
(that time i fell off crotched mountain in new hampshire. that time i bought chocolate wine at a quidditch retreat in maine. that time i pretended i dated someone who went to brown in rhode island. that time i forged an unlikely friendship with a boston squirrel.)

lavender lemonade + sangria drinking on the stoop. on the beach. on the curb. in a boat. in a house. in a tree. sam i am, i love sangria and lemonade. yeah.

decaffeinate myself (lolwhoops @ my iced turkish coffee + tweaking out hardcore at wired puppy).

pet all the bostonian puppies. all of them.  i think i’ve said “sorry to interrupt you, but i have to pet this dog really quick” to a friend at least 12 times. i even did that in the middle of a date. so, this is a very possible goal.

*ta-da! lists, like to-do lists but without all the dread! trademark mackenzie filson 2007-2012.

** also, if you’d like to do a guest post while i am in the midst of my travels down the east coast it would be much appreciated! email me at mackenzie{dot}filson{at}gmail{dot}com for info.

it’s official;

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yes, lady-friends and man-friends, it is true.

on june 28th, i will be embarking on a trip of my dreamz~*

no lie, only i would find it dreamy to travel for three weeks on a bus (said my mother, to me, on the phone last night as i spoke to her about the prospects of taking baby-wipe showers on the train).

but haters gonna hate,  from massachusetts to florida i shall go. with my mustard-colored boots, a go-get-’em attitude, and (most likely) a frightening case of bus ride-induced  b.o.

the itinerary is as follows:

new york city:
june 28th-july 1st.= pretty libraries. street-performers. lush grasses to prance on and pet city puppies.

philly:
july 1st-4th= brewskis with my broskis, and smothering my little nephew with keeses.

washington, d.c.:
july 4th-10th= my two friends are subletting a place above georgetown cupcakes (score), and prancing abouts the district with maya.

durham, n.c.:
july 10th-13th= seeing my old homeland, exploring duke gardens (haven’t been there since i was a wee-little kenzie.)

charleston, s.c.:
july 13th-july 17th= drinking all the mimosas and wearing straw hats on the beach with staceface.

atlanta, ga:
july 18th-20th= no idea! which is the best part of any road trip. most likely eating peachy things.

gainesville, fl.:
july 20th-22nd= swing dancing ’til the early morning with my platonic soul mate, kelli +causing a general amount of ruckus.

orlando.:
until the end of august! yay! homeland! gonna swim in all the lakes and  eat all the oranges!

any advice? playlists? friendly truck/bus-drivers i could befriend along the way? people to eat things with? things to do in these cities? ways to make me smell like a flower at all times?

a maine itinerary;

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fall in love with maine.

resolve to move there immediately.

that is all, folks, for maine is quite the ladykiller.

edit: and yes, that is chocolate wine and sparklers….when in maine…?

ta ta for now;

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loljk. i wish. but the first part of this picture is very, very true. i’m off to maine for the weekend!

and yes, this trip is quidditch related.
and yes, it is a quidditch retreat for all new members of the executive board of the club.
and yes, i do wonder how i sleep at night.
but yes, i do know this is probably why i am single. no regrets.

but until then, have a lovely weekend, dears!

{berets and bongos} 65;

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“i will come back to you, i swear i will;
and you will know me still.
i shall be only a little taller
than when i went.”

-edna st. vincent millay

goodbye girl, a playlist;

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it’s that time of the year again. or rather, time of the week for me.

i get that itch to get going. i’ve gotten to the point that i check bus fares before i check my phone or facebook notifications ($5 trips to nyc?! free rides to montreal?!) my head spins and my duffel bag (that i asked for for christmas. yes, i asked for a heavy duty luggage for christmas) peers at me in fear.

daydreaming about prospectively taking a two-week road trip by bus down the east coast (75% sure at this point! eep!). about what items in my apartment i could sell off to pay for bus tickets.  about the fact that my friend canceled on our plans for tonight and i immediately checked to see when the next train to rockport/manchester/gloucester/anywhere-by-the-ocean at all was for today.

i’ve primed myself for a disgusting amount of  bus-travel and baby-wipe showers by cutting even more hair off and by making this playlist for those of us who find wanderlust to be a daily concern.

whose friends usually preface any conversation with a “so, where are you exactly right now?”

who get giddy by the sight of a well-packed suitcase (rolled shirts to save space + a full kindle + mustard boots + johnson &  johnson’s lavender lotion).

who love dramatically and thoughtfully and wistfully peering out of the windows of buses/trains/cars/airplanes.

for those of us who still don’t know how to sit still.

dears;

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dear the bird and the bee pandora station, how do you know me so well? you played “kiss me”, “there she goes” , and you know that i secretly, and unironically like matchbox twenty and sugar ray? i think if it was possible to marry an internet radio station, i would’ve married you real hard by now. because who wouldn’t want to put a ring on a station that plays “follow you down”?

dear future man friend, just a quick note. if we’re already on the subject of marrying things real hard, i’ll be a puddle of estrogen and happiness and thoughts of flowers if you somehow find covers of hall and oates or the bee gees that i’ve never heard. i feel like i’ve found all of them. just a hint, if you find a cover of “how deep is your love?” played on a string quartet (and yes, i’ve heard the bird and the bee cover of it), you will get a baker’s dozen of brownie points (seewhatididthere?)

dear coconut water, why are you so popular? you taste like nasty sauce. water that has had off-brand cereal soaked in it. i don’t get why girls in yoga pants love you so much.

dear non-fiction creative writing class, i’m sorry i’ve been “that girl” this whole semester long. you know the type. right arm always in a flexed position due to hand-raising to give her opinion all the freaking time. doubling all the paper minimums on the pieces you have to read and critique for me. just being grossly nerdy in general. actually, no. i’m not sorry. i’ve never been the “writing 6.5 pages for a 7 page paper min.” kind of lady anyways. so, yeah. you guys can deal. i’m just going to sit off in the corner and clean my glasses.

dear bras, ahem, sports bras. after this feminist paper on the play lysistrata (which is sooooo good, by the way) i have to write this week, i wouldn’t be surprised if i started burning you all, stopped shaving my legs (oh wait, i already do this), and started tossing around phrases like “gender construct” casually in conversation. help?

dear world’s end, i kind of want to live near you forever. i’d spend my days lounging on your various stretches of grass. i’d pack a lot of picnics. i’d have at least ten bernese mountain dogs. and i’d probably start a magical dog municipality of sorts, and become queen of it. okay, i’ve thought about this a lot. i just really like you, okay?

dear shins, i am so so so sorry for the mistreatment you went through last weekend. contra dancing on thursday? salsa dancing on friday? renaissance dancing on saturday? i totally understand the majorly attractive limp i have developed. forgive me?

dear love life, you crack me up. really and truly. from lesbians nearly-proposing to me at train stations. and straight girls telling me they’d date me if i was a dude. to straight boys flinching at my key chain collection. and the fact that i have to carry a separate purse for just my keys. to people not believing my stories about my dating life. stay weird, love life. it’s like my dating life is a game of mad libs done by a group of drunks, their favorite words being “poop” and “rashes”. thanks for never getting boring.

libraries i’ve lurked;

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so i was originally going to write this up as a joke, thinking i really hadn’t gone to that many libraries (usually as my main point of traveling to places), but then things got real, really fast

. feast your eyes on these literary wonders of the world (ahem, america.) is it sad that these are just the libraries i’ve purposefully visited in less than three years?

1. harper library, uchicago.

2. chicago public library. (for some reason i found this library kind of underwhelming when i visited it, ergo i couldn’t find any pictures that i took while i was in chicago. so i found this pretty instagram of it.)

3. boston public library.

4. new york public library.

5. los ángeles public library.

6. powell library, ucla.

7. iwasaki library, emerson college. (yes, that is the set of the show “will and grace”. in a library.)

8. biltmore family library, asheville nc. (you’re not allowed to take photos of it, so just some prancing outside. but it looks like this!)

9.  doe library, ucberkeley. (closed that day. ughhh, sorry mark twain autobiography that has been unpublished for 100 years [at the time].)

10.  providence athenaeum library, rhode island (MY FAVORITE.)

11.  salem public library.

12. some random library, nyu.

13.  widener library, harvard (and lamont…and…)

14. eliot library, harvard.  (i got to renaissance dance in this one, no less! and it had secret passageways!)

15. butler library, columbia university.

also, i only have one look/pose. i should probably work on that.

know any libraries i should look derp-y in front of? holla at your girl.

a los ángeles itinerary;

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sun your limbs for the first time in months. realize the thought “wait, i have ankles?” run across your mind as you take off your knee socks. appreciate californian trash cans because , unlike their massachusetts counterparts, they aren’t filled with broken umbrellas and melted snow. get a sunburn whilst wearing a sweater, because that’s just a classic mackenzie thing to do, of course.

prance around the grove in your most stylish socks. you have to impress dane cook at the laugh factory, after all. it’s hard to appear impressive when you’re the only ginger you’ve seen in four days and your face doesn’t have an ounce of collagen pumped into it, so the fox socks will have to get the job done. and thank god for fox socks, because they came along with me to paleyfest to see the cast of parks and rec, as well as to the set of the soup. try not to throw your bra (who am i kidding? sports bra) at joel mchale in between school-girl-like giggles. pat yourself on the back for not rushing the stage to kidnap (man-nap?) chris pratt.
go to diddy riese and experience the best use of lactaid pills on the face of this earth. get your birthday face on. witness the best #floridianswag you’ve ever seen, a pre-pubescent orlando magic fan decked out in magic-swag. realize that if you were sorority girl that these would be your signature biddy poses.
after rolling down ucla hills with one of your soul-sisters, prancing around campus, and eating cooke sandwiches, take a nap to prepare yourself for salsa dancing glory. become birthday bffs with a salsa teacher at ucla who shares your birthday, jamesie. cut the cake in between dances and begin to realize that this trip is basically about getting diabetes on an express schedule.
go to two more cupcake shops and begin to wonder if you can feel your limbs anymore. wonder if it’s possible to get diabetes after only five days of an intense eating spree. think to yourself “man, my blood hurts”. go to see your #8 library on your list of “libraries to see before you keel over” list, richard riordan library (l.a.public library). cover up your limbs once more, fox  socks in tow, and resolve to get borderline diabetic with l.a. again sometime soon.

a californian tease;

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guys. california be cray.
my limbs are being sunned. my stomach full of cupcakes. ucla’s grassy hills are being allllllll rolled-over.  i’ve met two of my favorite actors/comedians. lols were had.

this being said, pardon my (rare) silence until i get back to my beloved bean town on monday (red-eyes + 4 classes on monday, what what! reppin’ yoga pants and baggy eyes 4 lyf.)

love you all oodles.
-m

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