Neon Doves

Nautical by Nature

Over 4th of July weekend I ventured to my cabin per yooz with my fam and some friends. The boo, my sister and her husband, dove and her husband, and another bestie from childhood and her boy, all game for the weekend ritual of clam eating (the sea food, not the body part you sicko), and firework blasting. So basically it was a quadruple date weekend which is synonymous to being old as shit.

What makes me feel even older is the fact that we were invited to an EDC themed rager next door, but opted out because we were too tired.......

At first I was sad to miss a good party. Ashamed, even. But then I started to realize that there's a lot that gets done when you're not superbly hungover. Things like pickle ball tournaments, nature walks, and bomb food without the bottomless pit that haunts my weekends like the plague. The weekend reminded me that I'm getting old, but I'm becoming more okay with this because it means more nights of sleep and more days of nice conversation and activities. Seriously though, look at my conservative outfit! Maybe not the ripped up jeans aspect, but whatevs. I'm so fucking nautical and sophisticated and adult and shit. Peep that ish:

Photos by Maddie Lismore aka Dove

H&M Sweater I picked up at Buffalo Exchange

Topshop jeans

Rayban sunglasses

Brandless backpack I bought in Santorini, Greece

Birkenstocks

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up in the club

I headed down to San Francisco a couple weeks ago for bachelorette shenanigans. Shit got super real, obviously. By midnight on night one, Dove and I managed to get kicked out of the club (that's right, we were "up in the club" NBD) because we were so rowdy. Actually that's a complete lie, we got so claustrophobic from all the 22 year olds surrounding us that we ventured our way outside to swoop some air. Turns out they don't let you back up in the club when you try to reenter without a stamp on your wrist. Telling them "no it's chill, our friend snuck us in the side door" doesn't work either, apparently. So what did we do while our friends danced the rest of the night away? Well we went to the nearest chinese restaurant, ordered five dishes off the menu, got super emo and shed some drunk tears, took a picture with the waiter, and then stumbled home because, duh.

I bet you're wondering if the chinese food was legit, and the answer is yes. Lemon chicken drenched in extra lemon sauce that I ordered on the side? It doesn't get much dreamier than that, my friends. Point being, the trip was a definite success. Plus I got to rep my fave fit these days which consists of high waisted jean shorts, a blush silk blazer, and a sleeveless turtleneck crop top. That's right, I just said sleeveless turtle neck crop top. Yes, it sounds a bit ridic, but I swear the conservative turtleneck aspect turns my slightly slutty attire into a somewhat acceptable situation. At least, that's what I tell myself... Peep that ish: