My Romantic Date With…Diana

My cousin Diana and I wanted to have an extra pool day in Las Vegas, so we decided to catch an earlier flight than the rest of the members of bachelorette party we were going for. While we were there, however, the other girls got delayed TWELVE HOURS at JKF, leaving Diana and I to fend for ourselves.

First we sat by Trump’s pool and ate melon wrapped in proscuitto and drank mohitos and daquiris. Then we got dressed and headed over to The Venetian, where we took a gondola ride and had dinner. While at dinner, they dimmed the restaurant lights and a small symphony began playing (violins, a harp, the works).

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I Wish They All Could Be California Guys…

Okay, first of all I am completely singing the Beach Boy song California Girls right now. Secondly, in regards to this photo, ladies, you’re welcome.

Okay, so this post is about the super-hot, blonde-hair, blue-eyed, tattooed, musician I met from Cali while I was in Vegas.

He laid next to me in a lounge chair at the pool, and I asked him if he knew anything at all about Vegas, because my cousin Diana and I were all alone and waiting for the other 10 members of our bachelorette party, who were stranded at the airport in our very own version of Home Alone Part 2.

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A Tiara Fit For A Princess — Or Jen Pretending To Be A Bachelorette

Sadly, you read the title correctly. And even more sad is the fact that I am wearing a tiara as I type this post. Before you judge me, I feel compelled to explain that I wear tiaras because I was a princess in a past life. But that’s a whole other blog post.

This past weekend my cousins and I went to Vegas to celebrate my cousin Christina’s bachelorette party. Her sisters bought her a tiara with a veil attached to it…which she wore for exactly three minutes.

When we got to The Palms for dinner, Christina went around begging someone to hold her tiara, because she “didn’t want the attention” it was getting her. Just like me…doesn’t like attention (ha!).

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My April Fool’s Joke About Me, A Guy & A Hotel Room

I’m going to Vegas in June for my cousin’s bachelorette party. Brad, the guy I’m dating, knows this. For April Fool’s, I decided to have a little fun with him. He knows that I’ve been dying to find out what hotel we’re staying at, and that my cousins and I have been trying to figure out the best flights to take (time and money-wise).

Early Sunday afternoon, I texted him: Continue reading