*VeGaS*

April 22, 2014 - Leave a Response

Who would have thought that the time I go to Vegas with my parents would go down in history as one of the best trips I’ve ever had in that desert of sin.

My cousin was getting married, so the whole Carmack/Jones/O’Neil/Symes clan gathered at the Wynn for some “wholesome” fun.

The Cousins

The Cousins

As we waited in the lobby, my grandpa informed us that he had never stayed in Vegas before, but had stayed in a trailer park 20 minutes outside of the city.

Wait, what?

The ceremony was gorgeous and extremely intimate, especially when right before the bride walked down the aisle, my grandpa decided he needed to capture the moment and halt the ceremony so he could get the best possible shot of her walking to her groom.

This was not taken by my grandpa

This was not taken by my grandpa

 After a much needed inhale of filet mignon and quite a few vodka sodas, we enjoyed the reception, then headed to the casino to gamble. Which apparently my underage cousin has a real gift with considering he won $700.00.

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He won big but lost his ID. My cousin Katie and I tried to retrieve/bribe the bouncer to which we were told we would be escorted off the premises.

Katie cashing in

Katie cashing in

#homeless

Day two started with a slow start, after my family AKA the entire groom’s side arrived 30 minutes late to a sit down brunch. Yikes. After being revived with some waffles and mimosas we gambled.

I realized I needed some fresh air, and hopped into a cab to Wet Republic.

Some new friends #elnino

Some new friends #elnino

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Sweet mother of pearl it was amazing.

Special thanks to my grandbebe Kim Isley for setting us up for too many vodka Red Bulls, and a whole lot of madness.

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Did I mention, Calvin Harris was there?

TBT to five days ago at Coachella.

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Bopped back to our hotel, showered in record time, then cabbed to New York, New York.

You have not lived in Vegas until you have gone to Piano Bar.

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I’ll end the night with that comment out of respect for myself, and my family.

The next day was a disaster.

It was also Easter.

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I spent my Easter  in the back of my parent’s car, scarfing down Earl of a Sandwich while this is what happened to my cousin….

My uncle was driving…

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Happy Easter and Congratulations Jimmie and Carla!

Coachella 2014

April 15, 2014 - Leave a Response

After last year, I thought I would never go back.

I thought once was enough…

Perhaps it was my longing for the desert, the lineup, or the idea of drinking beer and eating pizza for every meal that lured me back to Coachella.

#coachellama

#coachellama

With a fully packed car and a pizza box in the backseat we began our road trip down to Palm Desert.

Luckily, we had somewhere to go because two weeks before the festival we found ourselves without a house.

#homeless

By chance, we snagged a vacation rental titled “Charming Celebrity Home and Family Retreat.”

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When we entered through the front door, we acted like those people on the Real World when they first walk into the house. It was perfection.

Day 1:

All was well on day one- just boppin’ through the grounds eating pizza, drinking beer, and  listening to music.

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Taking advantage of the Charming Celebrity Home and Family Retreat

I enjoyed Girl Talk, Ellie Goulding, Haim, and Grouplove.

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Day 2:

There was an omen that saturday was going to be chaotic/apocalyptic.

Instagram shut down leaving every hipster, lifestyle blogger, and every other person in the Coachella Valley in a frantic confusion.

I was feeling rejuvenated from day one and had such hopes for day two.

That is until the sandstorm.

WTF. Was I the only one who didn’t bring a bandana?

Before the sandstorm

Before the dustpocalypse

Of course, the one time in my life I wear a crop top it’s windy and 50 degrees. I walked miles to the “Merch” tent and  found out that all the sweatshirts or any type of long sleeve was sold out.

Despair.

DESPAIR!!

I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of Dustchella: Poor Pharrell kept apologizing throughout his set for his scratchy voice due to the sandstorm and wind but eased the crowds concern with Gwen Stefani.

B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

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By the end of the night I was curled up in the fetal position in my crop top at the shuttle station cursing the Coachella gods for putting me through such misery.

Day 3:

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After scrubbing off all the sand and dirt off from the night before, I decided to start with a clean slate and be positive yet prepared with a jacket in hand in case the wind started up.

I can say all my Coachella dreams came true at Calvin Harris.

It was perfect. I left Coachella happier than ever and even though I say i’ll never do it again, you might find me in a Biergarten eating a hot dog in 2015.

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-Giggles

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Necessary for my Coachella Coma

Boycott Brentwood

March 23, 2014 - Leave a Response

I don’t actually want to boycott the neighborhood of Brentwood…Just the parking.

Sunday Farmer's Market on Larchmont

Sunday Farmer’s Market on Larchmont

Every time I treck out there, something bad always happens to my car.

 First there was the time I got towed on Chenault. Then three weeks ago, my car rolled into Cammie’s car due to tandem parking on 90 degree inclines. Then today, I got a parking ticket.

I just can’t win in that town.

Thank you to the city of Brentwood for draining my bank account and leading me down the path to homelessness

Thank you to the city of Brentwood for draining my bank account and leading me down the path to homelessness.

Despite the disastrous parking situation, I had a great weekend with friends and am counting down the weeks until my trip to the desert.

Livin' with my ladies #live

Livin’ with my ladies #live

My new addiction: Green tea frozen yogurt from Yogurtland.

My new addiction: Green tea frozen yogurt from Yogurtland.

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Celebrating my Brother’s Birthday.

I wanted to eat the whole box.

I wanted to eat the whole box.

Leprechaun

March 19, 2014 - Leave a Response

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St. Patrick’s Day began with the removal of a champagne bottle from the bookshelf beside my bed.

I wasn’t overcome with a spontaneous cleaning moment, more a safety precaution from the 4.7 earthquake that woke me up at 6:29 AM on my Monday morning.

My alarm is set to 6:30, but still every minute counts on the weekdays!

My emergency earthquake backpack I was forced to put together Monday morning. Inside is a blanket, an orange scarf, a large T-Joe's water bottle, and a Sea World half-zip purchased before the release of Blackfish.

My emergency earthquake backpack I was forced to put together Monday morning. Inside is a blanket, an orange scarf, a large T-Joe’s water bottle, and a Sea World half-zip purchased before the release of Blackfish.

The champs bottle is not from this never ending three-day holiday, but a college memento I occasionally glaze at before I go to bed and remember my glory days at the U of A.

Green basil drinks from Tavern on Saturday

Green basil drinks from Tavern on Saturday

Sigh.

Normally, I wouldn’t care about St. Patrick’s day because I really dislike the color green and dark beer, but this year my heart was somewhere else.

Another green drink to continue the never-ending holiday

Another green drink to continue the never-ending holiday- Margs on Sunday.

Tom Bergin’s.

I'm home

I’m home

This has become my weekly tradition for the past three months. It has been a great after work spot for chardonnay and a mini dinner of brussels sprouts and french fries.

My Tom Bergin's buddy Mallory.

My Tom Bergin’s buddy Mallory.

We are on a first name basis with the bartender even though he refers to me by my alter-ego/legal name Elisabeth.

WTFE it makes me sound more irish.

We were elated when we saw the parking lot turned into a mini beer festival.

I won’t discuss my total beverage count for the evening, but every irish cocktail or beer out there, I had.

Elisabeth

Elisabeth made an appearance

I don’t want to see the color green and any type of whiskey for a very long time.

-giggles

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Delayed

March 15, 2014 - Leave a Response

Sorry for the delay in posts! I just started a new job and between work, Soul Cycle, and my way too long of a drive, I have neglected giggles.

Blueberry Earl Grey Flavor… Heaven

Blueberry Earl Grey Flavor… Heaven

Chardonnay at Cliff's Edge

Chardonnay at Cliff’s Edge

Kale salad from Cliff's edge

Kale salad from Cliff’s edge

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My friend Lauren sent me this from a Starbucks in Venice. This woman dresses up her cat named Kitty Bagel and takes it on walks and it does not wear a leash. The woman ordered water for her cat and the barista called out, "I have a water for Kitty Bagel at the bar." What I would have done to be there.

My friend Lauren sent me this from a Starbucks in Venice. This woman dresses up her cat named Kitty Bagel and takes it on walks and it does not wear a leash. The woman ordered water for her cat and the barista called out, “I have a water for Kitty Bagel at the bar.” What I would have done to be there.

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Rainbow Sherbet on a hot sunday

Rainbow Sherbet on a hot Sunday

My Week in Photos

March 15, 2014 - Leave a Response
My weekend tradition

My weekend tradition

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A furry friend named Ling Ling at my hair salon

A furry friend named Ling Ling at my hair salon

Sea salt and chocolate chip cookie from M Street Kitchen

Sea salt and chocolate chip cookie from M Street Kitchen

Enjoying every moment of the rain

Enjoying every moment of the rain

Caturday

February 23, 2014 - One Response

Yesterday was a marathon.

I was in HP, Brentwood, Santa Monica, Venice, and Downtown all in one day.

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Caturday began at Brick and Mortar for my friend Trent’s birthday, and obviously bottomless mimosas were being sipped, rather gulped to enjoy the full two hours that are given with the $15.00 price tag.

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Shuffled to Finn McCool’s for a quick beer, and then landed in Venice at Hotel Erwin since The Bungalow was closed.

So rude.

Had one too many Lifeguard Lemonade’s and made the decision, more like the vodka made the decision to get a henna tattoo on the Venice Boardwalk.

Mistakes

Mistakes #caturday

TBT to 2000 when I would get the Britney Spears butterfly on my lower back.

I then received a call from my cousin Sarah asking if I wanted to venture downtown to the Miley concert.

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Of course I hopped in an Uber to go embrace my inner Miley.

My cousin Sarah and I pre-Miley

My cousin Sarah and I pre-Miley

“I didn’t realize you would be so beachy,” said my cousin when she saw my ensemble. It was this and a few Coors Lights later that this happened.

During Miley

During Miley

When “Wrecking Ball” came on, I thought I was going to start speaking in tongues because of the amazingness that occurred.

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I had so much popcorn and so much fun watching Miley that I almost forgot about the foam finger.

Caturday

Caturday

#peasants

February 17, 2014 - Leave a Response

 

The weather has been wonderful these past couple of days, so I decided to brace the traffic (damn you 405) over to the westside for a little afternoon at The Bungalow.

Warm weather is a great excuse for ice cream.

Warm weather is a great excuse for ice cream.

We came very prepared for a long wait and began our chardonnay themed picnic while waiting in line.

Chardonnay picnic

Chardonnay picnic

After 20 minutes the wine disappeared  so we pulled the classic half wait in line, while half drink at the Fairmont.

Once again we waited too long, and I finally asked the bartender, “can we order?!?!?!?!”

The wonderful wait

The wonderful wait

Meg ordered a whiskey water, and I ordered a vodka soda, to which the bartender then asks/decides to punish us in front of everyone, “do you want the cheap stuff?”

WTF?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I literally stared at him and asked what? He then repeated himself and Meg and I just stared at him in awe.

How RUDE to ask that!

#peasants

#peasants

Meg finally said, “I am fully aware of  my financial situation and don’t need you to draw attention to it.”

We asked him to compensate us with free shots, which he did… reluctantly.

#peasants

Despite his snarky comment and the almost two hour wait, it was a great end to a great weekend.

Addiction

Addiction

xo,

giggles

Desert Retreat

February 13, 2014 - Leave a Response

Since attending school at the U of A, I have become such a fan of the desert.

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LA weather has been so meh lately and I really wanted to relax in the heat.

I ventured to the Parker Palm Springs in hopes of achieving an extremely relaxing/drinking experience.

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The whole interior of the hotel is designed by Jonathan Adler and is such a throwback to some really cool era. I’m not sure if it’s the 60′s or 70′s but either way it was so chic.

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Not only are you offered a complimentary muddled lemon spritzer, the pool plays all of the music from one of the best soundtrack of all time- Garden State.

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I feel much more zen, and cannot wait to revisit the desert for Coachella.

xo,

Giggles

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Hot Dogs and Juan Pablo

February 7, 2014 - 2 Responses

Too many fabulous moments happened last night.

I ate a hot dog, got to snuggle with the latin Bachelor, and made my small screen debut.

Carms

Carms

Let’s all forget about the reality show I did back in 2003.#Bunnicula #Braces #StyleNetwork

My mom’s friend offered us his seats for the Clippers vs. Heat game last night.

Little did I know I would be sitting on the court.

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Holy hell.

My mom didn’t realize watching a basketball game at the venue is very different than watching it at home so she continued to scream and clap every time the Clippers scored.

I can’t take her anywhere.

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Casually sitting in front of us was Pam Anderson looking like a chic 50′s Barbie Doll and Eric Stonestreet being so

un-Cam like watching the game with such masculinity and focus.

Me and Pam

Me and Pam

At one point in the night/three chardonnay’s later I realized I was standing next to Jason Sudeikeis and Olivia Wilde and in front of Bill Hader.

Me, Pam, and my hot dog

Me, Pam, and my hot dog

I was tempted to ask him to re-enact The Californians but then channeled Rebel Wilson from Pitch Perfect and thought, “mmmm, better not.”

As we were leaving with sadness and sorrow after the Clipper’s defeat, I saw in the shadows a familiar face.

“JUAN PABLO!!!!” I screamed.

I accepted the final rose

I accepted the final rose

So not basketball chic/etiquette.

He was such a gem and even more attractive in person with his super-european cross body bag.

I told him I hope he found his wife even though I obviously don’t because we are meant to be.

Whatever.

Photo courtesy of Blake Olson

Photo courtesy of Blake Olson. So stump daddy but WTFE.

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