Field Tripping

Field Tripping By Kate Drabinski
Field Tripping: Honeymooning

The ladyfriend and I got hitched at the courthouse on Monday, November 7. The ceremony was two minutes long, streamed live on Facebook, and after a few hours hamming it up for pictures we were happily settled in at Charles Village Pub, our neighborhood bar, eating chicken strips dipped in buffalo sauce and drinking afternoon beers.

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Field Tripping: Bike Lane-ing

One of my favorite things about riding a bicycle is that every morning starts with a field trip—I hop on my bike and pedal through different neighborhoods, say my how-you-doings to folks, and get to fit in a little exploring on my way down the hill to the bike racks at the University of Maryland Medical Center where I catch a bus out to UMBC, where I work.

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Field Tripping: Queer Interioring

My Friday nights usually consist of ordering in and staring at the television—long work weeks will do that to you.

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Field Tripping: Jury Dutying

I finally got called for jury duty. This was my second summons in Baltimore, but the first got called off due to that most Baltimore of reasons: a broken water main downtown that closed all the courthouses for days, including my big day as a juror. Most folks would be excited to get to knock out their annual service like that, but I was really hoping it would finally be my time.

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Field Tripping: National Parking

This year the National Park Service celebrates its 100th birthday. This is really, really exciting, especially if you're a national parks buff like myself. I grew up resisting the outdoors—that was my dad's territory, and once my parents divorced, blind loyalty to my mother meant eschewing anything that happened where we couldn't watch TV.

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Field Tripping: Nostalgia Tripping

This week's field trips were all about nostalgia, the perfect way to start marking what is (I hope) the slow transition from summer to fall. It's a zillion degrees outside, but the ladyfriend swears she can smell a change in the weather, and in a sense of hope and solidarity, I say I can, too.

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