It’s as vivid today as it was when it happened five years ago: Chris and I bodysurfing on an abandoned beach just outside of Acapulco and Stephanie looking at us with wonder from the shore. He and I would get slammed, and slammed again, then come up smiling from sand-filled ear to water-logged ear. Just before going in, we looked out into the vast horizon. The sky was clear blue. There were no clouds in sight. The ocean held us in its wake. Suddenly, we both gasped at the same time: a flying stingray briefly jumped out of the water just fifteen feet away.

“Did you see that?” he asked me.

“That was so cool,” I said.

Christopher Cady was my best friend’s boyfriend. He and Stephanie — like myself — had a real case of wanderlust. With no one else could I share my travel stories and feel completely understood. Only they understood why I would want to attend college in Maine, a continent and ocean away from my home in Hawaii: for the pure challenge and unpredictability.

Steph and I lived vicariously through each other, traversing the globe and telling each other tale after wondrous tale. Their travels brought them from Maine to Mexico to Taos to Central America to Boston, but culminated abruptly in Chamonix one fateful afternoon in January 2004. Chris had prepared an engagement ring before their trip. He didn’t get a chance to give it to her because, despite the storm that was brewing that late afternoon, he took an off-piste route and went missing. Read More »

Turns out the platinum bleached babes of The Hills aren’t the only fakes! Surprised? Of course you’re not. In case you missed the last episode (and all 762 reruns since), Spencer Brat –I mean Pratt– spends “big bucks” (attempted borrowed bucks from pal Brody Jenner) on an engagement ring for his uber-fake girlfriend Heidi. Turns out, fake ring for the fake lady!

The fugly pink diamond that Pratt claimed identical to J.Lo’s legendary rock, is actually a lavender, lemon amethyst.

Dun dun dunnnn. Read More »