Judging A Book By Its Cover

Judging A Book By Its Cover

So this one time, on a rainy Friday night when we were sick of all of our usual haunts and had exhausted our free drink quota from our favorite bartenders, The Wives decided to do a blind wine tasting. We bought a bunch of bottles at various price ranges, hid the labels, and then judged them based(…)

A Plea for Ki

A Plea for Ki

There’s a short list of things that make me really sad.  An empty wine fridge. A bad massage. Flying coach. Ben the Bachelor. High wasted jeans. Oh, and genocide. But something I find a real crying shame?  A really fabulous, totally delicious, completely empty restaurant.  It’s just not right.  I don’t know why a restaurant(…)

A Wild and Frisky Evening

A Wild and Frisky Evening

Everybody has certain friends in their life for certain reasons.  Like the friend you see during the day for lunch or walks with the dog, or your workout buddy who motivates you, or the friend you call on when you need someone to cheer you up, or the friend you party with because you can’t(…)

Dear Me!

Dear Me!

  Dear JBS: This is going to be tough to hear.  Every once in a deep cobalt blue moon, extremely rarely, immensely never, you are wrong.  I know it sounds insane, almost even impossible, but sometimes your big beautiful brain full of opinions can get the best of your judgement.  Don’t be angry.  Let me(…)

FOOD TRUCK MANIA!!

FOOD TRUCK MANIA!!

  There are a few things I miss about living in Los Angeles.  The reliably warm sunny days, shopping at the Grove followed by lunch in the Farmer’s Market, walking the Silverlake reservoir, Marty and Elaine and copious amounts of martinis at the Dresden, those crazy-ass freeways, the proximity to Channing Tatum… It’s a great(…)

The Blind Leading the Drunken Blind

The Blind Leading the Drunken Blind

  Know what my favorite thing to do is?  Bet you can guess at this point!  Receiving gifts?  Well, yes.  Getting fanned by pool boys?  Why, of course. Eating stupidly decadent tasting menus at luxury restaurants across the globe and then writing about it to make you wildly jealous?  Oh, definitely. But my very favorite(…)

Halibut! Salad! Who the hell am I?!

Halibut! Salad! Who the hell am I?!

  So the holidays are coming to a close.  You’ve gorged yourself on copious amounts of turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes laden with pounds of butter, holiday cookies, eggnog, and enough wine to make you endure your relatives.  You’re feeling the need for a wee bit of a break in the old indulgent department, if only(…)