All articles filed in Young Adult

I had my concerns about returning to Cabo. I feared the destruction from Hurricane Odile would depress me since I have visited Cabo all of my life. Literally, I went when I was nine weeks old. Alas! Cabo was still standing! After over-eating and many hours of much needed sleep, I headed to the pool to relax…

While I love traveling to New York for NYE, it was nice to stay in LA and not have my paycheck go to a ticket to an event. 2014 was A GREAT year, and I hope that 2015 is the same, if not better. Happy New Year! Xo, Giggles

Aw hell, round two. Every year, there is a different struggle with the Christmas lights and every year, I am always there to moderate, and serve as the creative director. First it was the blue LED lights, then the mini hurricane that knocked out half the lights on the hedges, now it is my lack…

Numerous people at my office have asked why I have been a black swan lately. “You’ve worn black two days in a row. Are you in mourning?” Yes. I am mourning my summer body. The amount of food i’ve consumed over the past two weeks could feed a baby killer whale. I can only blame…

My pseudo birthday weekend started off wonderful. Pseudo, because my real birthday is December 3rd. Despite driving across the state to pick up my friend Sean from Burbank airport, the weekend began at Spago where I nearly inhaled the salmon pizza that I haven’t had since legit ’09. Heaven. I woke up on Saturday feeling…

Vegas as a 24-year-old working adult is very different than Vegas as a 21-year-old college student. I received an email at work from Gilt Groupe for the new SLS hotel, and must have blacked out because I purchased the overpriced “deal.” I dragged a few friends into the black Mamba, got lost in Palmdale (the…

You know that feeling, when you wake up on New Year’s day, expecting to somehow have experienced a rebirth, yet still feel the silent sting of champagne? That is how i’ve felt for the past three days. Sweet mother of pearl. I cannot get out of my champagne coma thanks to VC Polo Classic, or as…

Aw hell to insufficient funds, overdraft fees, and pizza binges. My friend Katie said it best: “Wells Fargo keeps calling me because I over drafted. What they don’t understand is I don’t care.” The week was filled with foolishness and frivolousness. Monday, I went zero to 100 real quick at the Drake concert. The Young…

My quest to the Hamptons started and ended in turbulence. The plane ride felt like I was in a washing machine. As soon as I got into the city though, the aroma of hot dogs mixed with humidity reminded me of why I love that congested town so much. Night one in NYC was pretty tame- I…