Drink Me


Green juice is like an eraser. It makes you forget that, just the night before, you partook in an elaborate multi-course dinner. Now, I do realize that the photo above displays green juice next to a glass of wine, but, in my own demented world, they both cancel each other out; therefore, it's a neutralized situation.

On Traveling Light

It was my second day in Puerto Vallarta. I came down to the pool in the afternoon and saw one of the travel writers from my group stepping out of the water--an older woman who also lives in New York. She waved me over to a lounge chair next to hers. 

"Is your name 'Barbie' or 'Bobbi'?" I asked, unfolding my towel, "I've heard people call you both."

She shook her head, "It's neither. It's 'Babbie.' B-A-B-B-I-E. And it's not a nickname–it's my actual name."

We ordered Sauvignon Blanc and shared a bowl of ceviche with tortilla chips. At one point, Babbie asked me what I was wearing to dinner later that evening. I told her that I hadn't thought about it yet, and that I might just wear the same polo dress that I had worn the night before. "I didn't pack much. I'm the kind of girl who doesn't mind wearing the same dress over and over again," I said, "I think it's the sign of a good dress."

She nodded her head in approval, "You may have packed lighter than I did! I have a story about that. I met Bianca Jagger in Acapulco ages ago. This was before she met Mick. She was being kept by a man who owned a very famous hotel there. She had this black dress. You could tell it was $3,000 and from Paris, like Givenchy or Yves Saint Laurent. Someone must've bought it for her. Anyway, she would wear this dress every single night, and she looked so chic. I couldn't tell you the words we exchanged to each other...But I've always remembered what she wore."

Hola from Puerto Vallarta!

I love polo dresses!

I feel like I'm in a completely different dimension of existence. Just yesterday I was clicking around uptown in heels, pulling my black leather jacket closed against the chill, and today I landed in the beautiful resort town of Puerto Vallarta in Mexico. I'll be staying at the Grand Velas Riviera Nayarit through the weekend for both business and pleasure. It's a fine line, really--I'm here on a press trip, experiencing the resort so that I can write a travelogue for Phoenix International (formerly Vivid Magazine), a Chinese luxury lifestyle magazine based in L.A.

It was a long ways from New York City, but has, so far, been well worth it. I came here solo and having a 1,000-square foot suite to myself feels like the ultimate luxury! I couldn't help but roll around on the king sized bed and waltz around the gigantic bathroom. And I can't wait to log in beach time. I'll still do my best to update this blog regularly. In the meantime, you can also follow me on Twitter and Instagram!