In Which Jenn Has Her Very Own DAK Cocktail

GUYS GUYS GUYS. I HAVE MY OWN ALCOHOL.

So I was reading easyWDW like I do when I want to giggle to myself while reading Disney stuff, finding out all about the new Nomad Lounge connected to the Animal Kingdom’s latest fancy pants restaurant, Tiffins. I’m scrolling, I’m scrolling, not paying very careful attention to the images of the menu proper as I’m generally more interested in the food selected for review. I get to the bit where Josh describes all the drinks… and suddenly, THERE IT IS.

Original blog post here.

GUYS GUYS GUYS. I HAVE MY OWN ALCOHOL.

It’s called JENN’S TATTOO because MY NAME IS JENN WITH TWO N’S AND I HAVE A TATTOO. And it has watermelon in it. I LOVE WATERMELON!!! Do you think it’s legit watermelon juice? I hope so; I LOVE WATERMELON JUICE.

You’d best believe that come November I am going to march myself over to that lounge and get myself a JENN’S TATTOO because I AM JENN and that is MY DRINK.

Oh, Walt Disney World. There truly is no end to your magic.

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!

In Which Jenn Is A Sailor ‘Cause A Sailor’s Been Tattooed

Mitzi Gaynor and Ethel Merman would never lie to me. Certainly not with Donald O’Connor watching.

Forgive me as I go on a brief tangent, but I simply must show off my first tattoo.

I know, I know; how could I go a non-Disney route? But The Phantom Tollbooth is one of my favorite books EVER, and once I settled on this illustration of Tock the watchdog I knew I was ready to take the plunge. I’m really happy with how it turned out!

Also, I thought this was funny: “You have perfect skin for tattooing. It’s like it’s never seen the sun.” Yup, that about sums it up.

Wrapping it back around to running! The next day I walked down to CVS to get some fragrance-free soap to wash Tock, which took me past my gym. I was about as far removed from wearing suitable running clothes as one can get without donning stilettos and a mini skirt, but I still briefly considered ducking in and running a mile… while holding my boobs, I guess, because for that brief, hoodie-d jaunt I wasn’t wearing a bra. Yeah, smart to take a pass on that one, I think.

Do you have a tattoo? Do you want one? What did/will you get? Have you ever run braless? Did you die? No, it doesn’t count if you’re a boy.

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!