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  • Review count
    6
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  • First review
    February 21, 2012
  • Last review
    January 20, 2014
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    4.8
 
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    April 13, 2012
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    February 3, 2013
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DanaJetSet's Reviews
 
Soft and lightweight, this cami immerses you in all-day comfort in any season. Layered under one of our beautiful sheer tops or paired with an island print, it's a lovely look that goes from the resort to the city. Built-in shelf-bra.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA, USA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Female
Body Type:Slender
Height:5'
:4"
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PostedJanuary 20, 2014
Overall Rating 
4 / 5
Average Rating 4 / 5
Lightweight cami makes good gift
My wife likes it very much. Although the size runs a bit big, she can wears it well, and really likes it. The cloth is well constructed, soft and comfy.
Yes, I recommend this product.
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 Island Stripes Long-Sleeve T-Shirt
Island Stripes Long-Sleeve T-Shirt
Proudly sport your “Island Stripes” by wearing this comfortable cotton tee! Printed on the front with our sun-washed, palms-and-stripes design, this long-sleeve layer is an essential part of relaxing anywhere, from the shores of St. Maarten to a pool party in Philly.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Male
Body Type:Average
Height:5'
:10"
Average Fit
Too Small
True To Size
Too Big
PostedMay 31, 2013
Overall Rating 
5 / 5
Average Rating 5 / 5
I love this shirt
The design presents a relaxed beach image reminiscent of what my days growing up on the beach in the TX gulf coast. It is one of my favorites.
Yes, I recommend this product.
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 Island Modern Fit Transpac® 2013 Long-Sleeve Rashguard
Island Modern Fit Transpac® 2013 Long-Sleeve Rashguard
This shirt has a trimmer fit, offering a clean, contemporary look. Offering premium protection from your board and the sun, this sleek rashguard stylishly commemorates the 2013 Transpac race. Made from comfortable polyester with SPF 50+ sun protection, it dries quickly, prevents chafing and wicks moisture away from your skin. Zoom in to see our printed race artwork and colorful contrast stitching.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Male
Body Type:Average
Height:5'
:10"
Average Fit
Too Small
True To Size
Too Big
PostedMay 31, 2013
Overall Rating 
5 / 5
Average Rating 5 / 5
Versitile Look, Great Style, Light & Comfortable Wear
Great L/S shirt...the fiber is so light, you can wear this wet or dry any time. I like it very much.
Yes, I recommend this product.
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 Diamond Park Camp Shirt
Diamond Park Camp Shirt
This retro-styled camp shirt is the perfect style for toasting your big win at the blackjack tables. Made from sublimely soft silk, it's embroidered with colorful diamonds for a look that really knocks it out of the park. Coconut buttons finish the placket.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Male
Body Type:Average
Height:5'
:10"
Average Fit
Too Small
True To Size
Too Big
PostedApril 3, 2012
Overall Rating 
5 / 5
Average Rating 5 / 5
Great for anything but funerals
The shirt is nicer than pix show - exceeding my high expectation. The 'box' stitching is a tropical turquoise green that matches the faded banana yellow and "coconut" color of the silk cloth. The shirt fits very well - which is to say, roomy, as in the vacation mode style...which I prefer.
Whether you are bowling in Hollywood, beachcombing after scuba diving in Fiji, or dining on fish caught 'today' in Taha'a, you'll be be glad you bought and are wearing this shirt.
Yes, I recommend this product.
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 The Slacker Society Long-Sleeve T-Shirt
The Slacker Society Long-Sleeve T-Shirt
This long-sleeve tee is your invitation to join the Slacker Society... but we're not sure if they'll ever return from the beach to have their first meeting. Made from slubbed cotton, it's soft, lightweight and great for whenever you'd rather be doing nothing at all. The phrase “The Slacker Society Establishing Soon” is screenprinted with a faded-looking appearance on the back. Embroidered “Tommy Bahama RELAX” sailfish logo on left chest; tagless collar.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Male
Body Type:Average
Height:5'
:10"
Average Fit
Too Small
True To Size
Too Big
PostedApril 3, 2012
Overall Rating 
5 / 5
Average Rating 5 / 5
Not Sure if this is the right shirt
Greetings! I thought I was ordering the shirt with the logo as pictured, but was surprised to have a different logo! The "The Slacker Society" on my shirt is establishing "Later," not "Soon." Anybody else?
I guess they can't be slackers; later has one more letter than soon.
I don't know what happened or how many were/are sold with different logo.
Otherwise, the cloth is very comfortable and well put together. The color is showing just the right amount of weathering. I am 5' 10" - 175 lbs with longer arms. My size medium is very nearly ideal for me. Half an inch more on the arms would make it taylor-fitted-perfect.
I would be curious to see from TB 'WHY' the change in logo, however...if they're reading these....hello TB, are you reading these?
Yes, I recommend this product.
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 San Francisco Giants Full-Zip Track Jacket
San Francisco Giants Full-Zip Track Jacket
A first-rate style that any San Francisco Giants fan can wear proudly, this full-zip track jacket offers supreme warmth both at home and on the road. Made of ultra-comfortable French rib cotton, this MLB®-approved layer is a versatile style that you can wear any time of the year. Embroidered team graphics on back and on front left hip.
 
Customer avatarDanaJetSet
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Tommy Bahama:Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range:45-54
Gender:Male
Body Type:Average
Height:5'
:10"
Average Fit
Too Small
True To Size
Too Big
PostedFebruary 21, 2012
Overall Rating 
5 / 5
Average Rating 5 / 5
Great Fall & Winter light casual jacket
The jacket is very nice with super quality embroidery (as always with TB). This Medium is roomy for me everywhere except the arms. The arms are Okay, but not an equally good fit as in the chest and collar-waist length. If the arms were 1 - 2 inches longer it would be perfect. Although I'm not a fan of Made in China, and would pay more for Made in USA, for non-silk fabrics, there is no noticeable defective workmanship. The styling is pure TB with true MLB features. Overall, I'm very happy with this jacket, and cheerfully recommend them. If you want one, get it now. The Giants items go fast!
Yes, I recommend this product.
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DanaJetSet's Stories
 
Customer avatarBy:DanaJetSet
From:Los Angeles, CA, USA
Tommy Bahama: Island Time Expert
Age Range: 45-54
Gender: Male
Posted: February 3, 2013
Slices of a Life of Romance
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Breakfast in Paradise
Breakfast in Paradise
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It is no boast that we I have delighted in so many romantic encounters together from exotic travel to simple expressions that no one event can easily be framed. For example, several years ago I planted a garden of colorful roses to give my wife, Dana a bouquet of roses almost every week.
Looking back, there was always lots of romance packed into each adventure, and in between. The day after our wedding we flew to our honeymoon in Jamaica, constantly on the go but alway relaxed, and moving at our own pace. At twilight one night we joined the other guests for a beachside moonlit toga party, starting with a massive feast accented with the tropical steel drums of our own Caribbean band, and laughing hysterically at how bad I was at doing the limbo. One old dude got under the bamboo less than a foot off the ground; amazing! We greeted each day with luscious Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee and beach side breakfast following brisk sunrise workouts with our own Jamaican Richard Simmons. We climbed Dunn's River Falls where James Bond met Honey Rider, immortally played by Ursula Andress. Everything we did was like hovering a foot off the ground. Even after checking into our ocean side suite, we were swept away by the sounds of the waves on the beach... sometime later giggled and blushed to ourselves thinking we had to have been ‘caught', never noticing that the entry door to our suite was wide open... oops!
On another adventure, we dove with giant mantas off the Kona Coast one night, and then hiked around the caldera of Mauna Kea the next day, and nestled next to each other during a seaside twilight dinner al fresco, surrounded by A’a and Pahoehoe. Later, and several thousand miles further into the South Pacific, we spent the weeks surrounding Thanksgiving just before the millennium with daily open ocean diving of the islands in Fiji (the international intersects Taveuni).
Our 10-year anniversary was spent in Tahiti. For all of the newlyweds we met there we become the celebrity couple who proved that marrying was a great decision. For us too, Tahiti was very much another honeymoon. We rose with the sun to see it rise above the peak in Bora Bora, and danced with Tahitians during their 10-year Heiva celebration. We spent an entire day doing 'his & her' spa treatments and massages in an exotic indoor/outdoor setting while warm breezes and lapping waves became instruments for the tranquil music of our day. During our week on Taha'a, the 'vanilla' island, our overwater bungalow included a boat-shaped tub, glass-door opening in part of the floor to see and feed fish, and a ladder at one end of a large private terrace down into the warm turquoise water. The huge wall of windows gave us a daily panorama of intensely beauty with ever-changing vistas between the Main Island and serene ocean and lagoon. Two delightful guides provided a wonderful tour of a Tahitian vanilla plantation, sharing Tahitian history and culture throughout. We were later treated to a grand tour of the island’s first black pearl farm. During each dinner meal we experience deeply intimate and different settings with multiple restaurants within each resort. The cuisine was as astonishing in flavor as also we found ourselves repeating, "This is the best meal I've ever eaten." My wife glowed with beauty, both from the sun as well as Tiare (plumeria) blossoms she easily wore. We spent one evening in (mostly) native Tahitian garb enjoying a fabulous and intimately small Tahitian luau. Dancer provided enthralling entertainment where the men will throw flaming batons high into the air and catch them throughout various dances, while beautiful women moved more gracefully than the ocean currents. Everywhere we went we always encountered warm and friendly people whether fellow adventurers or cultural hosts.
However, the real story of romance for us is not in one dinner or gift of diamond earrings. It is quiet and subtle in action, yet sublime and powerful in meaning and result. For us, not a single memory or experience above, during and in between which were many other romantic events, would have occurred if fate changed our timing by less than one minute before we met one night in late October.
You see, I had been living in an area just outside of Washington, DC for several months, but due to an intensive travel schedule, had only known how to travel to my office and the airport. Another colleague joined me one evening on a night out to spend time at a sports club known being a great place to likeminded attractive women. Unfortunately my friend was almost as new to the area, and soon we were hopelessly lost, and driving deeper into a large suburban area in the wrong direction. While driving almost in random directions, I become frustrated and stopped in a 7-11 thinking a map or knowledgeable store clerk could help.
My wife (unknown to me then) and her close friend Mary Ellen were planning to attend a home Halloween party of one of Mary Ellen's friends, including costumes. Apparently the day before, Mary Ellen became ill, leaving Dana to decide whether she wanted to go by herself or not. Grudgingly, she decided it could still be an opportunity to meet new friends, and at least wear the costume she put together. On her way to the Halloween party she saw a 7-11, and suddenly felt conspicuous showing up nearly a stranger to a party, empty-handed. Deciding to brave stares at her in costume, she dashed in to grab the closest six-pack, keep her eyes shielded, and leave quickly to minimize notice or embarrassment.
I had been in the store for five minutes already, finding no map, and getting very conflicting directions to this now 'mythic' hot spot club by the store clerks. Feeling deflected by every attempt to find the club, my eyes instantly caught a brunette beauty garbed in a flowing white gown and gold sandals. I was mesmerized and watched every movement she made. Clearly she was in a hurry, marching to a cooler and snatching a six-pack of beer off the shelf. Then, she was stopped by a surprisingly long line that had formed; probably from my persistent directional questions distracting the two clerks from their main task. In my mind this fine woman easily exceeded my expectation of who I could meet at some popular boy-girl meeting place. Besides, she just might know where this place actually is located, if it existed at all.
Almost urgently, I walked right up to her and smiled, "Excuse me, Cleopatra, do happen to know how to get to Champions' Sports Bar from here?" As our conversation began, it turned out she did indeed know how to get there. I explained that my friend and I wanted to see the night's MLB World Series game on a large screen TV. Well, the directions she gave me were concise and clear. However, we continued to chat with one another right away like old friends. After her purchase, I walked her out of the store when she got an instant furrow in her brow which vanished when she asked if my friend and I would like to join her at the party after the game. The home she was going to was just a block or so away and many interesting young DC professionals would be there too. Instantly, I said yes, and got directions there also.
A few minutes later, we had parked at Champions Sports Bar, entered, and found a huge TV to watch the game as advertised with was in the 7th inning by now. “Good,” I thought as I toasted my friend to our success, “the game’ll be over soon, and I can go see Cleopatra; yea!” Toward the end of the game more and more attractive women were showing up, and clearly rumors were all put to bed, proving to be fact, not hyperbole. Unexpectedly, the game remained tied, stretching into extra innings. At the same time my friend was trying to convince me to stay as both of our chances of meeting someone hot were much better than just me alone. I could not get Cleopatra out of my head. At the beginning of the 11th inning I told him, you can drive with me or walk home.... He rode with me. Ten minutes later, I saw my Cleopatra, and she got her Mark Antony. We're planning to spend our 20th year anniversary (this year) at another resort in Jamaica for another slice of romance on our Honeymoon in Paradise.
 
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Customer avatarBy:DanaJetSet
From:Northridge, CA
Tommy Bahama: Mojito Maniac
Age Range: 45-54
Gender: Male
Posted: December 14, 2012
Christmas in Paradise looks like this...
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Christmas in Paradise (Key West) w/Tommy Bahama
Christmas in Paradise (Key West) w/Tommy Bahama
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Fans: 3
 
Customer avatarBy:DanaJetSet
From:Northridge, Los Angeles, CA, USA
Tommy Bahama: Paradise Enthusiast
Age Range: 45-54
Gender: Male
Posted: April 13, 2012
A Major League Dilemna in Little League
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Opening Day, Subic Bay, 1971 Yankees; Yes that's me!
Opening Day, Subic Bay, 1971 Yankees; Yes that's me!
My Yankees experience is a tale of passion, conviction, and a few tears shed for deciding the new name of our little league baseball team. In 1971, my family lived in Subic Bay, Philippines, during my dad's naval assignment there. In the attached phote, my dad is wearing the sunglasses and dark (blue) shirt. With a large thriving community, we enjoyed a robust baseball organization for all ages. That year, our team got a new sponsor, the Chief Petty Officers Club & brand new uniforms along with it. We were told that the uniforms would be white with medium blue lettering. Although only 11, I was a three year baseball veteran, and lived baseball every day. I knew exactly what teams wore which colors on their uniforms, and immediately decided that our team would be called the Dodgers. It was a perfect match, and I knew even then that most little leaguers rarely, if ever get the opportunity to have matching Major League colors and team name. They're almost always called something like the Wrens or Devil Pups. This was going to be great.
We got right to the naming business during our team's first practice. I was already envisioning glory as the '71 champion Dodgers. We had solid talent, including a few other all-stars. I was older than most of my team and one of those kids who already had all-star/post league experience.
Being one of the older boys, I 'logically' assumed the role of team captain, and also took charge of the team naming process. Deep down, I was over-joyed! I had that Christmas morning exctement, and it was spilling over. With lots of energy & a big smile, I began to extoll the virtuous blessing bestowed on us by the sports gods; giving us a chance to be called a real MLB name with matching team colors! How often does that ever really happen?
My effort to convey the rarity of this confluence of the streams of baseball, little league life, and divine providence probably didn't sound like that then. But it was good, at first. And I was building genuine agreement among the team using sensibility and reasoning. Afterall, what else could we be?
With only a little more convincing to prevail, it seemed that everything I was working for just stopped, like people in a photograph. An invisible tide of change just pushed back washed over everyone but me without any warning or notice. The brief ominous quiet in our conversation was suddenly interrupted like the sound of a twig snapping under the massive paws of a bear.
Someone from the back, a little guy, and probably a second-stringer at that, quietly muttered, "How 'bout the Yankees?" The Yankees?! I answered. I was insulted at his ignorance! Why, we can't be the Yankees; they wear dark blue lettering and pin stripes! Prisoners and umpires wear pinstripes. We can't be called the Yankees. It's not right! It's not baseball! Then, like a political rally, everyone echoed the name, and in no time, my dream was gone, my alliance of voters evaporated, and a growing chant of yes! and Yankees! spread like chicken pox in a third grade elementary playground.
I didn't give up that easily, but desparation creeped into my voice. I even tried to look at it from their side... if we had pinstripes, if the blue was darker, we'd all cheer for the Yankees...my desparate stabs began to fade toward a quiet sob of defeat. I begged; We don't have pinstripes! Koufax, Drysdale! The Dodgers! Not the Yankees!
Then the coach (my dad) said, "Okay, time to vote. Who wants the Yankees?" Every hand on the team except mine went up, and I suddenly realized that something deeper moved the other players to choose the Yankees as our team name. You see, at that time and in that place, I believe that the kids on that team held a subconscious knowledge of deeper meaning and significance. Our team name more appropriately reflected a greater American symbol of identity, trumping my baseball uniform logic. It turns out that the other kids unknowingly attached the sacrifices of their parents to a name Americans are known by and called in foreign lands. Yankees. They voted to be called the Yankees because in fact we actually were Yankees; right there & right then. Our military parents served as defenders of our freedom and American ideals in a far corner of the world. It didn't even matter to me about the shade of blue after a little while. I agreed. We wore those uniforms with great pride (me as Willie's number 24), and even took first place at the end of a glorious, dramatic season, including winning our first six games in a row. Sure, we were in the Philippines and not New York. But that's okay. We were the Yankees.
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Fans: 50