Truly Julie is on a boat! (SNL reference)
So, I’m decked out in my nautical stripes, sipping rosé, giggling like a dolphin (as usual) and feeling pretty lucky to have friends who own a gorgeous sailboat when (insert dramatic, ominous music…Duhn Duhn Daaaaaaahn) motion sickness sets in. Yeah…I was THAT girl. I even took medication and I was still staring at the horizon for my dear life. Any who…I made a strong recovery after an hour and the rest of the trip was, pun intended, smooth sailing. The fun company…good food…a spotting of a dolphin…glorious views of Malibu all rocked! And I don’t mean in the sea sickness way:)
I’m still blown away by the remarkable turnout at Fiesta Broadway! Wow. Wow. Wow. 
Honestly, I thought I was going to have to jump up and down for you to notice us…after all, there were dozens and dozens of tents set up and swarms of people…but you not only recognized the 
feel special. And I don’t wanna brag, but I think 
this weekend??! It’s probably the prematurely aging ritual called tanning that I actively took part in at pre-Coachella pool parties this past weekend. Coachella is sort of like Disneyland for adults. Every corner is fun, fun, fun…but all of it is a bit forced and too well manicured for it to be a Woodstock-like festival. 
I recently visited Moscow for 48 hours. I know…so hardcore and crazy. But so is Russia! Luckily, I was able to cover a lot of ground in that short time (including a trip to the countryside to experience a swanky lake beach club) thanks to my friend Alexei who’s a Muscovite. During the day, I marveled at the buildings in Red Square. My predictable favorite is the Saint Basil’s Cathedral (pictured above). Such a beautiful church…with a chilling history. Story goes…the architects had their eyes gouged out 
after finishing the church in the mid 1500′s. Ivan the Terrible wanted to make sure that they never re-create it. I was also beguiled by Cathedral of Christ the Savior (pictured right). This cathedral was demolished during the Soviet years and rebuilt during the 90′s. During the night, I gawked at the flashy Moscow club scene like a 
teenager who snuck into a college party. I didn’t hit up any of the up-and-coming “hipster” bars (many of them in the cool Chocolate Factory District) as Alexei said with a cringe, “those people wear Tshirts and shorts at night.” We jumped around to a few clubs and spent the most time at the very posh rooftop lounge called Soho Rooms. Few trends I noticed: live cover bands are popular, if you’re a woman…you can wear anything from a red carpet worthy gown to the hoochiest skirt (saw both and everything in between at Soho Rooms)…Botox and lip-fillers are alive and well in Moscow…and the wealthier and more 
“oligarch” you are, the prettier the girls are at your table. Oh…and one vital tip: don’t order a martini in Moscow. Their definition of a martini is a pre-mixed, syrupy
