-In the past five years, I’ve visited twenty-three states and six foreign countries.  It’s ironic then to admit that I absolutely cannot stand traveling.  I hate hotels.  I hate everything about airports and airplanes.  And I especially hate when people say to me, “So Karo, looks like you’re really racking up the frequent flier miles!”  What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?  Shut the fuck up!  OK, sorry, that may have been a little out of line.  But just the thought of packing a suitcase makes my blood pressure rise.  Sure, performing stand-up across the country and vacationing in exotic locales sounds fun in theory.  In reality, I think I’d prefer not to leave my apartment.  These days, though, it seems like I’m always going places…

-I’m not a big sightseer.  My rule of thumb is that if a plaque or monument cannot be read in the time it takes me to walk past it, it’s just not worth it.  I also prefer to go to museums by myself.  That way I can plow through all the cool and weird stuff without wasting time on extraneous shit like exhibits about birds and jewelry.  

-Interesting Travel Tidbit #1: People always believe that their state has the worst drivers.  

-Why do I put on sunscreen before walking around a foreign city yet never put on sunscreen in any American city that’s just as hot?