Oregon

I knew nothing of this green state, other than the fact that I thought it was v granola and Birkenstocks were the shoe of choice (not my look). What I didn’t know is Oregon is the new Napa. Forget Sonoma and head to Oregon for the true wine tasting feels. You and your Instagram feed…

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Miami

Deception.  The theme of the trip. Nobody told me that Miami is Vegas.  Nobody also told me we were going to a strip club.  We were greeted with humidity, wind, and beats when we arrived the Fountainebleu hotel.  That’s when I knew that this was not going to be a rosé in the sand kinda…

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Cancer, can we not?

It started with a text on Friday morning. One of those long texts, that I skimmed because it was early. The words Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, chemo, radiation. I held my breath. Even though I had just woken up, this felt like a horrible nightmare. I sat in bed, puzzled. How? Now? What? Why? I thought I…

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New lob, who dis?

New lob, new job, new me? My hair started to return to its natural state, and I decided to follow the influence and try Chiara’s colori$t. I had never heard of Meche salon. I arrived with my long semi brown hair excited to return to my true blonde self. The colorist walked over to my station,…

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Domaine OTT Drought

So here’s the deal with Saint Tropez: Prepare to feel poor, accept you are not staying on a yacht, all while owning your pesantry with a bottle of overpriced Rosé. Jordan wanted to go and push 100 foot yachts and thangs, so we departed from Antibes to spend two nights in Saint Tropez. I didn’t…

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Kicking Rocks on the Cote D’Azur

One of the many struggles I have in life and especially on a vacation is the idea vs the reality.  This came full force on day three of the Southern leg of the trip. We wanted to have a day of inland activities, so we ambitiously decided on the following: Browse St. Paul De Vence…

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From Paris to Provence

If you enjoy leisure & wine, then you must take the train from Paris to Provence. Do not waste time flying around. No matter the distance, train life is the best life in France, especially when there is Rosé, scenic sunflowers, and business class. Yes, I may be the duchess of coach, but on the…

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I Came for the Snails

On our way to 1 of 4,581 almond croissants, we realized it was a cold dark abyss in Paris. In July… Aw hell. I was saving all of my Euros/Monopoly money for French pastries and did not want to make it rain at Zara for a jacket. I managed with my blanket sweater, and we…

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Redemption @ The Eiffel

In France, bread is life. What is not, is protein.  Jordan was not amused with only having pastries in the AM. Cafés do not serve breakfast (eggs, bacon, etc.) until later in the morning, so we needed to resort to the classic look of being McChic. After inhaling an Egg McMuffin, we hopped on a…

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