It started innocently enough. Suisse Mocha, to be exact.
But, as time passed, attraction turned to obsession. Soon it was two cups a day. Then more. A stolen espresso moment here, an ice-blended afternoon delight there. We needed our fix.
Slippery little buggers, those words.
Just when old Gutenberg finds a way to wrangle them from the ether, here comes the Internet. And off they zoom again, from blogosphere to BlackBerry, leaving us readers with little to hold onto ...
First there was tequila night. (Followed by a late-night pit stop at In-N-Out Burger.)
Then, you just couldn’t pass up the Jell-O body shots at Bitsy’s bachelorette party. (That would have been just plain rude.)
And how else were you ...
Your stomach is in knots, and you’ve got cramps. You’d blame it on lunch, but you passed on the three-bean salad and cabbage slaw.
It’s not the gas inside you that’s a pain; it’s the gas at the pump.
For ...
You’ve got Vince, Ari, and the gang for 30 minutes on Sunday. That means 47.5 hours to fill.
BUY
Felt Club
What: New monthly mini arts fair from polished crafters like Twospace and Blissen.
Why: Felt is not a ...
Tips and tricks that’ll get you poolside at the Sunset Tower Hotel:
1. Get a room. (So obvious. Too obvious.)
2. Try a summer service at the Argyle Spa.
a) Book a poolside Startlet Shave. Show up with hairy ...
Finally. A summer that embraces long caftans and cheeky nauticals with as much enthusiasm as it does bikinis.
Sadly, though, swimming in sailor pants is still not an option.
Just in time for the season of swimsuit stress, Tracy Anderson has ...
Question: Who eats all your baked BBQ chips, wastes precious TiVo hours on Moesha reruns, clogs the shower drain, “forgets” to give you messages, and gets wasted and picks up nasto barflies nightly?
Hint: It’s not your significant other. Hopefully.
