I Can Meetchu in Da Lobby
(because I’m not really staying here)
Yes, I’m making a reference to a Drake song that’s several years old at this point, because you don’t always need to put on that *nEw-NeW* in order to feel like a radiant-sexy–beach-angel (p. sure that’s what I look like in these photos). That’s why sometimes I hold up this Dolce Vita romper and sing to it, “no new friends, no new friends” (let’s keep the Drake thing going here). It’s an oldie but has always been a goody, as things with elastic waistbands tend to be.
Chris and I did a hobo-style day at the W in Fort Lauderdale recently, on our Escape from Polar Vortex Tour of Florida 2014. By hobo-style, I mean we valeted our car in their parking lot and snuck into the hotel. Very fancy hobos. I pulled this outfit out of the trunk of our rented Kia Soul that smelled like the brunch leftovers roasting inside of it, then changed out of my bathing suit in a public bathroom while two boys under the age of 5 gawked at my attempts to beautify myself. I rarely give legitimate advice on this blog, but one tip I can get behind for realz is never go on any trip without an oversized denim button down in your bag. It’s a cardigan, it’s a shirt, it goes with any outfit and is comfortable enough to sleep in, should you have a need for that. It’s also great for covering up the fact that you didn’t shower off your sunscreen before you sat down to dinner at a nice steakhouse.