Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...

I survived my twenty-first birthday. Barely. But I did it. Actually, I am convinced that I died and came back to life, and suffered the entire week following August 31. I went out Saturday night at midnight, got bottle service with some of my friends and then the infamous "friends of friends" group who I have never met before and probably will never meet again, but hey, thanks for the free drinks for a few hours. I went home and slept, woke up the next morning and did it all again... this time, with brunch. Not just any brunch I might add, bottomless mimosa brunch. I remember the first half of brunch, and that is about it. And oddly I remember everything from the night before, just the time between brunch and dinner is all a blur, but don't worry, my friends love me and took lots of pictures to remind me the next day what happened... Lots of singing and dancing was involved.

Dinner involved me, "the boy," Erika, Angie, my parents, and my aunt and uncle, and the worst waiter on the face of the planet. Like he made us all very anxious. 

Overall my birthday week was successful )if we are counting success as not remembering the majority of your 21st birthday)!

Now here is my birthday weekend in pictures:

He Brought Sexy Back

I am writing this blog post at 6:14 am as I sit in an airport terminal for my flight that has been delayed 2 hours and after a mini panic attack at check-in.

I lied. I fell asleep for an hour at the airport. Made a friend, kinda. Woke up, left the friend. Went to get coffee and a bagel, and came back and the plane was there! So now I am on the plane, blasting Justin Timberlake, having flashbacks of last night, but more importantly blocking out the snoring man next to me. I really love flying, can't you tell? 

Anyways, the point of this post is to gawk, admire, and respect the beauty and perfection that is the man, the myth, the legend: Justin Timberlake.

I bought tickets to see Justin Timberlake back in January. That was SO long ago. And there was a crazy mishap with the tickets and Bank of America thought that someone had stolen my credit card therefore blocking me from buying the tickets in which the page refreshed and I lost the most perfect, reasonably priced tickets ever. (The person behind me keeps kicking my seat. Today is the worst.) Since I got the tickets, what seems like ages ago, it was a miracle that the day had finally come. The day in which I was supposed to pack during the day, but ended up going to brunch and playing with my kitty, and then packing last minute and spending way too much time getting ready for the concert so that I would have to come home and pack and not sleep. Do it for JT. We got to LA Live after a car ride of blasting Justin Timberlake and playing the "what songs is he going to sing?" and the "I wonder if he is going to have any guest performers or an opening act" guessing game. Spoiler alert: no one opens for JT and he doesn't need a guest appearance to make the show memorable. (Oh! Drink service time! The snoring guy woke up.. Still blasting JT, whatever) 

So we get to LA Live, got handed free coke, and we go to the restaurant we had reservations at. The lady looked at us like we were crazy and then asked if we had made the reservations online. Isn't that how everyone makes reservations nowadays? I didn't say that of course, I didn't want her to spit in my food or anything... But I told her yes and searched for the email reservations (33 more minutes of flight time according to the pilot, who sounds very attractive). I found the reservation and had it ready to show her as she explained to us that their server crashed and no online reservations went through and the best she could do was have us be next on the list. I mean, that is a pretty good deal, so we said okay and our table was ready within a few minutes. We ate upstairs and it was a pretty fun restaurant. My food came last, like way after everyone else's but maybe thats because I ordered tacos and the restaurant wanted to torture me. Who knows. After dinner we headed over to Staples, which is right across the street, and waited in the super crazy long lines to get in. While in line, the ladies in front of me asked me to take a picture of them and then they would take one of us. Cool, sounds good. So i go to take a picture of these two, thirty-something women, and I look at their tickets, that they were flashing in the picture to read the row and seat  numbers: Row 1, Seat 4/5. Well yeah, if I had floor front row seats I would be flashing those too, but I wanted to trade taking their picture for their tickets. I kept my cool though. And they went on their merry way. In line, we got free cherry red vine candy things, thanks AMP radio, and Emma and I went to go check out the shirts while Erika and Christina held our places in line. We got through security and saw bunches of people congregated in front of iPads. "Win VIP tickets for tonights show!" DONE. We all entered our information and thought since we were poor college students in the nose bleed seats we would be chosen, but we weren't. So we made the trek up to the top of Staples center and climbed a ton of stairs, and finally made it to our seats, one row in front of the very back row. 

But we were right on the side of the stage, and JT didn't look like that much of an ant. Like we could see his dance moves from up there, and that made me happy. We didn't get to our seats until about 8:20 and on the ticket it had said start time 8:00. No one opened, well, unless you count the DJ but I don't, and JT came on a little after 9:00. (The man in front of me keeps banging his back against the seat and my water is spilling everywhere. What. The. Eff. And the stewardess just came by for trash and walked right past me. OKAY, PEOPLE.) Justin played until about 10:00 or so and took a 10 minute break. I mean the guy needed some type of break after singing and dancing for an hour, goodness. He played until 11:45 and it was a huge party. He played classics like What Goes Around, SexyBack, Señorita (my fave), songs from 20/20, and Human Nature by Michael Jackson for Robin Williams. Cue tears. The stage moved across Staples and was one of the coolest concert layouts I have seen. He also made us sing happy birthday to Katie from Victorville and yelled at her for being sober. This man dropped f bombs like it was nobody's business. And if I had a dollar for every time he said "turn up" or "shake your ass, LA" my ticket would be paid for. Oh, random, someone was smoking weed during the show. Like is that what people do in the nose bleed section?! And the guy who was smoking brought his girlfriend and she had a little bit too much to drink and was asleep for more than half the show. And then there were the drunk dancers, and overly excited moms who stood up and danced for every.single.song. Power to ya.

It was an amazing concert and I can't imagine having as much fun as I did without my friends. (Closer seats would have been nice, but I'm not going to complain.)

Oh! We're starting our decent. SF, here I come. 

Disneyland, Sebastian Stan, Selfies and Filthy Fanny

You may or may not know this, but I have a slight obsession with Disneyland. I know, groundbreaking. This girl (the crying one...) and I have a lot in common.

As it is the last week of camp, and tradition may have it, the field trip was Disneyland, also being probably the last time I go to Disneyland this summer. Bittersweet. I don't want to talk about it. You're probably looking at me like the other girl in that GIF. It's fine. We're over it.

I had Thursday off, so today is my last day of camp. Which is crazy but necessary. I love camp and all the kids, but it can be over. I won't cry. I promise. But I did almost cry at Disneyland because my group and I went on the Storybook Land Canal Boats, a ride I haven't been on since I was little, meaning I've never been on it because I don't remember anything. And there was a Cinderella chateau/dream castle/magicalness and our "tour guide" boat lady, who was named Destiny (like she was made to work at Disneyland) was perfect and kept making Disney jokes and it was just great. And yes, they probably have a script or something, but it's like the Jungle Cruise: if you have a bad tour guide who just says the jokes and doesn't embellish them and isn't into it, it isn't fun! But I digress..  

Backing up in the time machine, the counselors began starting group texts for field trips. And yes we had them for the field trip to check in with everyone but it was mostly the camp director texting us asking how we were doing and everyone responding with general answers and me responding with way too many emojis... Why should I say okay/good/getting lunch when i can do the "okay" or "thumbs up" emoji or the fork and knife with a bunch of food and the child emoji?! It just makes more sense.. to me at least. But yesterday we had an "only counselors on the bus" group chat and it was the funniest thing of my life. It consisted of memes, GIFs (courtesy of the amazing new app called nutmeg), and selfies... Yes. We had a selfie-off. Don't worry we were still watching the kids.

Like of course all of the counselors all get super close at the end of summer. So frustrating. We're trying to plan an all staff BBQ but I leave next week, and some of the counselors are teachers and TAs and school goes back next week so it might not happen. But it's okay. One day, I will get bored and bring back those group texts. *smirking emoji*

At Disneyland, we got bombarded in front of Big Thunder Mountain by a cowgirl and a Sebastian Stan look-a-like (you know, the hot guy from Captain America?)

It wasn't him. This guy was too short. But anyways, we got bombarded, and were given cowboy names. Which was pretty cool. Minus the fact that I was given the name "Skinny Pete" and then they were like "ohjk you look more like a Filthy Fanny" like okay, thanks. The kids also weren't fans of their names so I was also "Lil Mama" for a while and "Cowboy No." Gotta love Disneyland, right?

COUNTDOWN UPDATE:

0 days til the last day of camp (it's today)

4 days til Justin Timberlake

5 days til my flight back to SF

11 days til the first day of school

23 days until my 21st birthday!

What to do in summer...

It is officially my last final week of summer, which I would normally say is so super crazy and summer has flown by but it hasn't. This has been the longest summer ever and I can't wait to go back to school. Crazy, I know. But I miss order and having a set schedule that doesn't change every week because of work schedulings, or whatever the case may be. I don't like not having a set schedule, and I don't like waiting until like 3 days before to plan my next week. I am at the point in my summer where I have a day off and I'm bored... 

Like it's even gotten to the point where other people are bored too. I have proof. YouTube never lies.

But it's all like clean your closet - done- redecorate your room - done - start a new series - done and finished and caught up on like 3 - watch movies - done - paint nails - 100 times done. So many more things, I've done pretty much all of it. And now I feel like Olaf, but instead of turning into a happy snowman, I'm turning into a puddle...

Any ideas to help me survive the next few days I have left of sumer break?

Countdown:

1 day til the last camp field trip - Disneyland!

3 days til the last day of camp

7 days til Justin Timberlake

8 days til my flight back to SF

14 days til the first day of school

26 days until my 21st birthday!

Weekend Getaway - Laguna Beach

This past weekend, my parents and I headed down to Laguna Beach to celebrate my dad's birthday and view the Pageant of the Masters, as we do every year. Instead of going for a few days, this year we only went for Saturday and Sunday, but got separate hotel rooms. Laguna Beach, to me, is the perfect weekend getaway. I'm able to dress up, look nice, and completely relax.

 OOTD: top- target, skirt- zara

 For the pageant, I like to get a little more dressed up. So I wore my new J Crew necklace, my new Vince Camuto shirt (that I got on sale woot woot!) and my J Crew Pixie Pants

We went to dinner at the LumberYard, which was delicious, as always...

And ended our trip the next morning with mimosas and bloody marys. 

Hope you all had a fantastic weekend!

12 on the Twelfth

These past few weeks have been eventful, confusing, and very very interesting. We have hit and passed the mid mark of summer, which means there is  just one more month until I am back in the city by the Bay. But for now, we shall relive the things that I did this week. Instead of story time though, I am putting a list of things that I have noticed or learned this past week from my disney trip with the boy, HBOgo marathons, and camp.

1. I am obsessed/in love with my kitten, Meeko

2. I am addicted to Sex & The City, but I don't know what character I would be

3. My past belief that guys and girls can't be friends is slowly deteriorating
4. You tan more just by walking around Disneyland than when you lay out in the sun 

5. Going to Disneyland with just the boy is very very different than going with the boy and two other couples

6. All cats need to learn to like each other is a little bit of time

7. Triple dates are confusing
8. Triple dates get even more confusing when three other people join you and there is a ninth wheel
9. The word awkward doesn't even begin to describe how it feels when the ninth wheel points out that she is the ninth wheel when we plan what we're doing for the picture and she tells us all to make hearts and she will do half of a heart (yes, this happened, I wanted to cry, it was so uncomfortable, and it was one of those do I laugh or no moments)

10. When on a triple date, make friends with at least one other person
11. When on a quadruple date with a ninth wheel, make at least two friends
12. I really like the guy I'm dating. (I could say boyfriend, but that's weird to me still haha, oops. I know, how gross, another couple picture, sorryyyyy)