Meredith Hardie

Copinghagen

November 28, 2018May 11, 2020by Meredith HardieLeave a Comment

So far, if I were to write a “36 Hours in Copenhagen” for The New York Times, it would consist of the following: See people do heroin while en route to hostel. Eat all-you-can-eat sushi with three strangers. Drink ~~a little too much~~ a lot too much at The Drunken Flamingo. Go to McDonalds at 4 a.m. and accidentally offer french fries to a prostitute.

Travels

STN > CPH

November 9, 2018May 11, 2020by Meredith Hardie1 Comment

My flight to Copenhagen is boarding in twenty minutes and I still have to change terminals, legally enter the U.K., clear customs, pass security, and find the gate. How do you say “I’m fucked” in Danish?

Thoughts, Travels

Dan-ish

November 8, 2018May 11, 2020by Meredith Hardie1 Comment

I give their hands a little squeeze before letting go and looking out the window. I can’t quite believe this is happening. The sting of the shock hasn’t worn off. And it’s not the goodbye that kills me – we were always good at those – it’s the weight of not being able to say hello again that feels unbearable.

Travels

What Happens in Vegas… goes on the internet

July 18, 2018May 11, 2020by Meredith Hardie4 Comments

I woke up wondering how I was going to make it through another day here. But there was no time to dwell, a second pool party awaited. We slathered on sunscreen, threw back some shots, and left our heels at the hotel. Today’s Goal: Don’t croak at Encore Beach Club.

Thoughts

Slanted

October 11, 2017May 12, 2020by Meredith HardieLeave a Comment

What followed was a series of aggressive emails, threats to be sued for “damages,” lies about a sick sister from Italy, and less than 60 days to move out and find a new place in a city with a 1 % vacancy rate where I have a better chance of finding Tupac Shakur than an affordable home.