the hiatus...

yeah yeah yeah i haven't been that active with blogging recently. A lot of things have been going on that took me away from it... For example, I've been dealing with the jolt of reality. What is that jolt of reality? well let me tell you...

First off I started my big girl job... It may just be another step in life that we all go through, but let me tell you, its hard! I knew I'd be working long hours, dealing with things (and people) that don't exactly put a smile on my face, traveling, doing grunt work because I'm the newbie and so on. But I didn't realize how much energy it would suck out of me. At first, I just put 100% of myself into work. But then I got super frustrated I didn't really have a life. Lets face it: waking up, showering, driving to work (stopping for Starbucks duh) working all day then going home, having dinner and crashing isn't exactly a life.

(Starbucks Venti, Coach gloves, JCrew flats & Calven Clien coat)

What did I do about it? At first nothing, then I started going to the gym, making sure I was going out with old friends and visiting other friends (no I'm not counting Starbucks as one of my best friends). We went to the Hunt, the chic horserace of the year. What could be better than booze, boys and friends?

Regardless, I swear I'll be blogging way more often now. I'm in the swing of things at work, and I just really miss blogging. So for now byeeee but you'll hear from me soon.

(Tory Burch bag, Citizens of Humanity Jeans, Sacks black sweater)

until next time... xoxo J

babes on a plane...

So flying has never been one of my favorite things to do. Don't get me wrong, I've been flying multiple times a year for my entire life, and I love the destinations I fly to, I just get very anxious for whatever reason. Anxiety is definitely normal for me but it just escalates the few hours  before I board the plane and while I'm actually on the plane. Don't get me wrong, I understand that the likelihood of something bad happening and living a version of Lost, are slim to none. Maybe its just the thought of flying in a giant heavy metal tube thousands of feet up in the air and not knowing how it actually stays up there that freaks me out...

Anyway onto the point of this post...

June second my friend Meg and I were getting ready to head off on our European adventure. We were so excited, knew what we wanted to do, had some things planned out and others we were just going to wing it. I wasn't feeling anxious at all while we were waiting to get onto the plane. This could have been due to a few things:

1. I though I lost my passport as we were going to check in.

2. I took some NyQuil to make myself pass out.

3. We couldn't stop talking (about god only knows what) so I had no time to think about it.

To be honest, I can probably blame my lack of anxiousness on number two of that list. so blah blah blah they are calling the groups to board the plane, no we weren't in first class... we just graduated from college and are poor as eff until we start our jobs on July 1.

So we find our seats in business class with the rest of the normal people. As we were shuffling around trying to get ourselves comfortable and organized, I just happened to look up and see two totally chic women walk by and take the seats behind us. 

As the plane took off, I was reading on my iPad while listening to music, Meg was listening to music and the ladies behind us were chatting away. As the flight went on I dozed in and out of sleep until they came by with our "dinners".  Meg and I decided to get some wine with our dinners... I don't need to give anyone an explanation but I will anyway.

1. Why not...

2. Why not...

3. We were going to the land of wine anyway so WHINE NOT start early.

As we were chatting and enjoying our crappy airline dinners with some wine, the women behind us were clearly a few drinks deep at this point. Meg and I got more wine and the ladies behind us asked the stewardess for more champagne... Much to their disappointment the stewardess didn't think they had anymore but she went to look anyway. 

Since I can talk to a brick wall and these ladies seemed nice enough, I decided to just turn around and tell them that I hoped Meg and I would be like the two of them one day, just jet setting, laughing, loving life and maybe being drunks. They ended up loving us and clearly we loved them. We ended up talking for a large amount of time, what did we talk about... well here is what I can remember of it.

We went over the basics of where we were all going and why. They were going to Milan, Rome, Venice and so on because they do it every year and since they are architects they go and take a class in Rome. After we told them where we were off to they gave us some great tips on places to go and what we can skip (thank god). They were happy for us that we decided to do a trip like this after college instead of getting straight to work. They both have kids, one has twin boys who also graduated this year. The other has a son and daughter, she pretty much jumped out of her seat when she found out I just graduated from Gettysburg. Turns out her son went to Gettysburg, he was an ATO bro and graduated a few years ago. She was telling me all about how cute and fun he is and smart and blah blah blah. She then decided to take a picture of me (you know I always look my best in my lazy ass travel clothes) so she could show her son "how beautiful and smart I am"... I didn't understand it either.

We kept talking and asking for more wine, were we drunk... yes. Eventually one of the stewardesses told us we were being rude and loud... We think were fun and no one else was being drunk and fun with us... their loss.

These ladies were awesome and so chic. Both were wearing all black with great simple jewelry on. And you know they never travel with expensive things so they only had their Hermes belt and one Hermes bag with them... each. What are their life goals... by 80 they want to be good at tennis and they want to be tour guides at the Roman Forum to Asian tourists. To top that off they want to have neon lipstick on that they clearly know they cant pull off.

Yes we traded contact information and have been emailing back and forth...

Until next time... XOXO J

back and better than ever

Hello my loves. I am beyond sorry for the lack of posts, I was swamped with school work, helping friends out and what not. But I'm sitting in the Milan airport now (my flight back to NYC has been delayed for 3 hours)!!! And continuing to type up posts. I have loads of stories and posts to upload. I even kept a journal during my travels in Europe to remember the entertaining bits of the trip. 

Look forward to my posts especially the ones of my travels in Italy, France and Switzerland 

Xoxoxo J

when your heart gets broken.. as told by Erinn

So for everyone who does not know, Erinn is one of my best friends and was my college room mate. We share everything, apparently we even share heartbreak. Here is a little backstory: her boyfriend of two years broke up with her the day before finals started. Needless to say, it was not a pretty sight after that, and she was inconsolable for a bit before things started to pick up. My boy broke up with me, get this, the day before graduation... 

Men have not proved to be gentlemen to either of us yet, but we are still young so who knows whats ahead for us...

Here is Erinn's anecdote for heartbreak.

Guide to Getting Over Being Dumped and Getting Back to Being the Bad Betch You Are

I'm sure many people have been there. You are in a 2 year relationship with your college boyfriend. By this time, you are sitting in your bed on a nightly basis with him in a gross t-shirt and shorts, eating mcdonald's chicken nuggets while you watch each other play the next level on your favorite iphone game. True love. This seems like the life, having already planned what your kid's names will be (okay, they were william and james and they were gonna be toddlers wearing bowties who had a baby bulldog puppy). um...okay yea... well moving on...

Then one day, a fight breaks out between you two and your boyfriend decides he's had it. He wants to "live his own life and find himself", not wanting to have to be attached to anyone anymore (oookay?) And before you know it, you are laying on your roommate/best friend's dorm room floor crying into the carpet that you will never find anyone else better than mcnugget guy and you would rather lay out in the middle of highway to be run over than be alone without him...and you do this for multiple days.

Yes, it sucks. It feels as if your entire world is ruined and that things will never feel okay again. You think your heart has been ripped out and stomped on and all you want to do is watch those sad ASPCA commercials for the rest of your life (*cue arms of angel*) and in thinking about those ASPCA commercials, you now start to believe your new life is going to be in your basement caring for a slew of grimey cats until you are old and ugly and then it doesn't matter anyway.

Follow these steps to help keep you out of that basement with all of those cats. These are the steps I wish I followed sooner.

1) Surround yourself with friends.

Not just anyone, but those friends that will force you to watch stupid movies, stuff your face with dairy queen, and let you get sloppy drunk so you can creepily wink and stalk the super hot bartender at a beach daquiri bar and throw dollar bills into his tip jar like he is a stripper ( Shoutout to brian the bartender, keep doin what you doin!). Also, get in touch with all of those friends that you may have neglected when you were with your boyfriend. No matter what, they will be there for you.

2) Do not put on sweats! No. Do not be like me and wear the same shorts and t-shirt for 3 days. Nobody wants to see that. Bathe (even if that means crying in the fetal position in the shower) , put on your prettiest makeup, fix your hair, and wear your cutest clothes. Be hot, because you are hot.

3) Make a list of all of the things you disliked about your ex and your relationship..."He liked to knit...he liked to knit?!??...is that normal?" "His fingernails were dirty?..why were they like that?...ew."

4) Get excited about flirting, meeting some super hot men (the mature, won't play iphone virtual aquarium while on a lunch date with you type) and having the possibility of meeting someone better for you. Put on some bad betch dance music (yonce is a personal fave) and get ready to be a hot commodity if you are willing to put yourself out there.

5) DO NOT ( and i mean it even though I did it *cough* still do it *cough*) creep on your ex on social media. They aren't as amazing as you, and they never will be and it will not change 60 seconds after you last checked. Why should you care if he's at the beach with that weird girl who used to stalk him when you were dating?... if he wants that, let him go ahead and remember how much better you were.

6) Get a cool new hobby or distract yourself. I've decided to repaint and redecorate my bedroom. ( yes, I did spend 3 weeks binge watching bravo tv in said room before I decided to repaint). It is exciting and fulfilling to do something new. Who knows, maybe you will find some super cool hidden talent.

7) Keep on keeping on! Stay positive! You have the rest of your life ahead of you! You will be happy again and you will find someone new one day. He may be walking around outside right now. You will never know if you don't get out there in the world.

Love to all the bad betches ,

Erinn (who still loves to eat chicken mcnuggets. No man tarnishes my love for them. No man!)

Let me know what you ladies think!

until next time... xoxo J

brian oh brian...

Off we go to Broadway at the beach in Myetle to interact with our other friends and to have a good night out on the town. We expected to have some laughs some drinks and dancing. 

As expected we did have some laughs drinks and dancing. But while we were in one of the bars that had well everyone in te Gettysburg senior class, we couldn't take it anymore so we ventured along across the street to another bar. At this bar we met a gem named Brian. Yes Brian was the bartender but we had some great bonding moments with Brian. For instance, he continuously gave us free drinks, I picked up his number and he met us out later that night. He came clubbing with us till the wee hours of the morning, he even came home with all of us and we went out to the beach for a walk and to hve some beers. 

Needless to say we have him hooked. Who knows what is to come in these next few days, but he has been flirting with one of te six of us, I hope some sassyness comes out of all of this....

Until next time... Xoxo J