If you don’t have some blowout trip planned, three-day weekends can often feel like one of those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books. Turn to page six to go to the gym! Turn to page eighteen to get all your laundry done! Turn to page forty seven for a bottomless mimosa
I didn’t go to Gwyneth Paltrow’s In Goop Health event in Culver City, CA this past Saturday. I didn’t even contemplate dropping the $500 (or at its most vegan-ly indulgent, $1,500) required to attend. To be honest, I’m still recovering from her first cookbook’s blatant impracticality, discovered years ago as
[Photo Credit: PencilBoxPhoto.com] It started, as most good stories do, on a Monday. The day was clear and bright (or so, in my recollection of this memory I’d like to think), and there I was, walking my dog along a particular stretch of pavement by my local Balboa Peninsula supermarket. In my ears,
Bill Murray is no stranger to plugging liquor. He helped the Japanese sell Suntory Whiskey in Lost In Translation. He surprised tipsy hipsters during the 2010 SXSW festival when he walked behind a downtown Austin bar with the Wu Tang Clan and started serving patrons nothing but shots of tequila. So, we shouldn’t
“And I don’t need one other thing, except my dog.” – Steve Martin, The Jerk The road to Big Bear, CA, for those who have never been, is a tale of paved unexpectation. What begins as a characterless, fifty-three lane freeway—rough estimate—soon turns to a thin, serpentine course that twines ’round swelling, green-pine landscape
Saturday mornings as a twenty-something can often feel like one of those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books. Turn to page six to go to the gym! Turn to page eighteen to get all your laundry done! Turn to page forty seven to attend a bottomless mimosa brunch with your booziest buddies! (Editor’s
