my name is jonas…

Winter Storm Jonas pummeled much of the East Coast on Saturday, dumping more than 2 feet of snow on our little beach. I spent most of my Saturday hunkered down with good friends and neighbors, laughing, playing with puppies, Heads Up, eating chili and drinking bloodies. It was a pretty fantastic snow day.


The Calm Before the Storm


Friday night-I see you Jonas!


Frozen Margarita, anyone?


Waking up to a Winter Wonderland




Blizzard Rules: S’mores + S’more flavored beer are acceptable forms of lunch


Bloody Marys + All the Fixings



High Tide


Calm After the Storm


Just when you think it can’t get any better…



This Happened.


Pretty great way to end a pretty great weekend.



While Winter 2016 isn’t as unbearable as some in recent memory (I’m looking at you 2015), it’s still not sunny and 80°. I’m still not in shorts and a flowy tank top or sun dress or a bikini-although the actual thought of being in a bikini right now in my pale, post holiday body makes me physically ill (note to self: PUT DOWN THE CHEEZ-ITS). Getting dressed in the morning in the summer vs the winter is a completely different situation. In the summer, for work, I throw a dress over my head and run out the door. My hair is naturally wavy and somehow looks less homeless, more surfer girl in the summer. Winter…I don’t leave the house without wearing at least 3 layers. And this is before I add on my giant amorphous coat. My hair is always in a ponytail or a bun because let’s be real: given 15 extra minutes in the morning I will choose sleep over hair every.single.time. Or scroll through Instagram until I get back to the last post I saw before I went to sleep. It’s a toss up, really.

I recently went through pictures from Summer 2015 and thought I’d post as a reminder that vast gray, bleak wasteland that is winter does have an expiration date. And it’s in exactly 154 days. In no particular order, here are the things I miss most about the summer:

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Long lazy bike rides to empty beaches

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How tan I was (disclaimer: I haaaate hot dog leg pics, particularly pics of my hot dog legs, but you guys I WAS SO TAN)


Wearing a sleeveless dress without hating life


Maxi.Firepit.Sandals.Pedicure.Come back to me.


Frozen cocktails without immediately feeling like I needed mittens


Sweet, buttery lobster rolls ::insert Homer Simpson drool here::


Seasonal Restaurants. Beer just doesn’t taste as good unless you’re on the water.


Some of the best sunsets ever


Taking pictures in the water without feeling like my toes will fall off

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Everything about summer storms (that smell of rain right before though…)


Rainbows after the aforementioned summer storm


That holy-crap-the-sky-just-exploded way summer days end

it started out with a kiss…8.30.14

Sunday, August 30th marked Jon’s and mine’s one year anniversary. Our wedding day was even more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I was never a ‘wedding’ girl. I never saw the point in getting married, having a wedding, any of it. However, once we got engaged, I threw myself head first into the wedding planning process and to my much to my surprise, I loved it. I loved looking at pictures of pretty things. I loved trying on pretty dresses. I loved putting all of my ideas into motion and watching them become a reality. And the icing on the cake…I got to marry the best guy ever.

There is so much planning and preparation that goes into planning your wedding day and when it comes down to it…it’s only a day. And that day will fly by. Our wedding day was a beautiful whirlwind of a day, filled with our best friends, family and so much love (and Fireball, but that’s an entirely different story). I wouldn’t consider myself an overly emotional person but the outpouring of love and joy that I felt that day caused me to tear up at things that I usually wouldn’t think twice about.

When planning our wedding, I wanted it to really reflect mine and Jon’s style and I have to say that our vendors brought our ideas to life even better than I could have imagined. I wanted something nautical but with a bohemian vibe. We found the setting for our day in Bridgeview Yacht Club in Island Park, NY. All I can possibly say is the staff at Bridgeview went way above and beyond for our wedding and I will never be able to thank them enough for giving us such a perfect day. Bridgeview has sweeping water views, with a gorgeously elegant tented ballroom that took my breath away the first time I set foot in it. I knew it was the perfect venue for our coastal inspired nuptials.

Remember back when I said I against this wedding thing? Well I secretly might have found a dress on Pinterest that I said to myself “well maybe if I change my mind, this would be the dress”. Flash forward to us getting engaged in June 2013. As fate would have it, the LA based designer of the dress was having a trunk show in Tribeca the weekend I started doing dress research at Lovely Bride (best bridal shop ever. Seriously, if you need a dress check them out). I was lucky enough to get an appointment. I went with my mom and maid of honor. The Poipu by Katie May was the fourth dress I tried on and it was THE dress! It was unlike any other dress I had seen before. It was fitted in all the right places, lace and had a showstopping back (or lack thereof). It is still my most favorite dress ever.

Whimsical probably sums up our wedding look best. The main color scheme was navy and coral. I didn’t want flowers as centerpieces since they tend to run up the bill and we were working with a fairly strict budget. I wanted something tangible, useful and something our loved ones can take home and use. We ended up choosing copper lanterns filled with sea glass and candles, which sat on top of a bed of coral rose petals, surrounded by mercury glass votives, all on top of a navy and white striped tablecloth. The ballroom was bathed in candlelight, giving it a soft, romantic look.

The day began with a Taylor Swift-90s hip hop dance party in the bridal suite, led to pictures with my mom and my best girlfriends around Bridgeview, then we headed to meet the boys at the beach where Jon and I would have our first look. Our insanely talented photographer orchestrated the beach we would meet on and how the first look would happen. We met in nearby Lido Beach. His back was to me and as I walked over the dunes, my heart was beating out of my chest. When I tapped him on the shoulder, we had the biggest smiles on our faces and he gave me the biggest kiss and hug. It was really happening! The day was finally here. Finally real. We continued taking more photos on the beach, eventually heading back to Bridgeview to prepare for the ceremony. Walking down the aisle was one of the most surreal, indescribable experiences I have ever had. It was the most nervous, terrified, happy, excited and overjoyed I have ever felt. I was so nervous I forgot I had a veil in front of my face. Twice. I may have tried to kiss him with my veil on. Oops.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. From our first dance, to the speeches, to the cake cutting, to the last song where we danced in a flurry of bubbles and rose petals to our song (“Mr. Brightside” by The Killers. Hence the title of this blog.) it was literally the best day of my life and I would relive it everyday if I could.

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on my way to meet my groom

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about to see each other for the first time…

our first look

our first look

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our amazing bridal party

ceremony setting

ceremony setting

bridgeview's beautiful ballroom

bridgeview’s beautiful ballroom

the centerpieces

our centerpiece

candle light just makes everything prettier

candle light makes everything prettier

one of my fave details-the cake table

one of my fave details-the cake table

a little obsessed with these cake toppers

a little obsessed with these cake toppers

shoes: something bleu by bhldn

shoes: something bleu by bhldn

headpiece by wildflower couture

headpiece by wildflower couture

flowers: christina santos design

flowers: c. santos floral & design

my beautiful mom walking me down the aisle

my beautiful mom walking me down the aisle

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we did!

we did!

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Photographer: Martina Micko Photo

Venue: Bridgeview Yacht Club

Florist: C. Santos Florals & Events

Makeup: Glam Me Up

Hair: Dream Hair by Cynthia

Dress: Poipu by Katie May

Dress Shop: Lovely Bride

Shoes: Lambent Knot Shoes by Something Bleu (Coral)

Shoe Shop: BHLDN

Hair Piece: Wildflower Couture

Dress Alterations: The Wedding Dresser

Bridesmaid Dress: Adrianna Papell Boatneck Lace Sheath Dress in Guava

Ribbon Curtain: Oh My Charley

Cake: The Sweet Peace

Please feel free to Pin or email me if you have any questions about our wedding!



Jon and I decided to go out to dinner this past Friday night. After much debate of “Where do you wanna go?” and “I don’t care”. I remembered hearing about the Point Lookout Alehouse in Point Lookout, NY. As I always do, I stalked the menu online before going and saw two of the greatest words that could have ever been put together there on a page. Words that when paired evoke my saliva glands (are those a thing?) and sheer, unadulterated happiness. Are you ready? Are you sure?? Here goes: Lobster Guacamole. Succulent, juicy chunks of lobster, dispersed in a sea of creamy green avocado goodness. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?? So I threw on my favorite (and only) Lilly for Target dress that I scored on Ebay (apparently it helps to fit into a child’s XL because it’s much cheaper than the women’s size) and got myself dolled up for a date night.

Point Lookout should be a 10 minute (if that) drive from our home. So why were we in the car for about 40 minutes. No, this is not a riddle. It is because Point Lookout has ZERO parking for non residents. Jon was dangerously close to turning the car around and ordering takeout and making it a Netflix night. Seriously, we almost got into a fight with a not so nice 80 year old woman. It was that bad, you guys.

We finally found parking (SUCCESS!) and got to the Ale House. The manager was a lovely gentleman wearing madras pants who complimented my ever so summery dress (points for you sir!) who told us our table would be ready shortly. The restaurant is quaint on the outside, with big doors that open up onto the sidewalk with Adirondack chairs for patrons to sit in and have a few cocktails prior to dinner. The interior is an inviting pub with a large mahogany bar that was jam packed when we arrived. The waitstaff is outfitted in black tank tops that say “The Point” in front, and 15 MPH on the back, a nod to PLO’s speed limit. We ordered beer (a Montauk Session for me-YUM-and a Bud Light for my driver…I mean husband). After about 6 minutes, we were escorted to our high top right next to the doors where we could have the best of both worlds. Sitting halfway outside on a beautiful balmy summer night and watching the Yankee game (not really my idea of a good time, but compromise is key right?). We were given our menus (like I even needed a menu! 2 words: Lobster Guac. Or one word: LobGuac. Give it to me. Give it to me now!!!!).

I scanned the menu. It wasn’t there. No. NO. This could not be! I read it back and front 3 times. It. Wasn’t. There. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe it was a special. I asked our server who delivered the news to me the way she had delivered it to hundreds (ok probably not) of patrons who had the same hopes and dreams of LobGuac as I did. The menu online isn’t updated and there was no Lobster Guac anymore. Horror. Devastation. Grief. Sadness.

After my initial depression, I picked up the pieces of my dignity and we ordered baked clams as an app and I ordered a full broiled lobster for my meal (when I am sad I eat. DON’T JUDGE ME). Jon ordered the NY Strip Steak because apparently we are ballers and order surf and turf on what was supposed to be a not super expensive night out. Oops.

The clams were delicious and super filling to the point where I only finished one side of my lobster (hooray leftovers!). The steak was yummy as well and the mashed potatoes were to die for. The staff was very attentive and very welcoming, food was fab and the beer selection on tap is nothing to sniff at. Overall, we had a great experience and had a great little date night but I am still dreaming of Lobster Guacamole. LobGuac, you are my white whale and one day you will be mine!!!!!


My Lilly for Target date night look. No I did not wait on that insane line. It was an Ebay steal! It’s a girl’s XL and was going for about $50 less than the women’s shift dress and fits like a 4-6.


My ginormous broiled lobster that served as the following night’s dinner