In exactly two weeks, I will be 30. I'm having a very unoriginal crisis over that fact. Tony and I also have a bucket list of travel destinations we want to hit before we have kids. Our lives are about to get wildly busy with his show premiering next week ("School of Rock!" Nickelodeon! March 12! Please watch!!) And our friend Kara is the best travel agent on the planet, who hooks us up with the most insane deals. Those are the factors that led to our stupidly over-the-top vacation in Mexico for an early birthday celebration that I'm about to assault your eyeballs with. This is probably my most Marie Antoinette-esque, not so #humblebrag as much as #BRAGBRAGBRAG post I've written to date. Just know it's a highlight reel. I'm only sharing photos where I'm sucking my stomach in so hard I'm probably crushing my uterus (or kidneys or whatever, I didn't pass science with flying colors). I also didn't post any photos from the night I ate so many tacos I barfed. Or any of the photos of my mom telling me to make a career pivot, and consider abandoning Hollywood and becoming a travel agent instead. I'm just sharing my favorite parts of this unforgettable, epic trip. VIVA MEXICO!View Article
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About 2 days before our wedding, Tony found out he booked a role in a movie shooting in Vancouver. Thanks to our friend and his "Hart of Dixie" co-star Laura Bell Bundy, it was a direct offer for one of the leads in a Lifetime Christmas movie, "Fiance Claus." And it was set to begin shooting just a few days after returning from our honeymoon. Best wedding gift EVER. My parents kindly offered to watch our pups for another month, so I could go with him and keep the honeymoon going. (Yet another best wedding gift EVER.) Tony and I first visited Vancouver last summer when he shot a Nickelodeon movie there, and we both fell in love with the city. I've written before about how it feels like a combination of home (Los Angeles) and my favorite place in the world (Lake Tahoe), but with nice people - it's a big city, but on the water surrounded by mountains. I would happily move there in a heartbeat. So, we were thrilled to have the chance to pretend to be locals for a month...View Article
Legend (truth) has it that the one and only time my parents took me camping as a kid, I asked the park ranger where the room service menu was. I was 7 or 8, I think. My parents realized it was too late. They’d raised a spoiled diva princess. (They were right.) My idea of “camping” is staying at a hotel that doesn’t have a bathtub or turn-down service. I don’t do well without a place to plug my phone and curling iron into. I want a complimentary bathrobe and someone in a tuxedo bringing me food in bed.View Article