Reasons to not drunk text your crush (or ex) are the same reasons not to drunk message influencers when you see their on-point espadrilles hanging off a boat on the Amalfi Coast. Sure those shoes are amazing and you do want to know where to find them (save the LIKEtoKNOWit crap … that’s too complicated when fueled on rosé). I’m not going to condone any obsessive, irrational drunk messaging but hear me out on this one.
When I was a kid there was “oldies” radio stations with music from my parents’ youth: happy Beach Boys, songs about how fine Brandy is and wailing Janice Joplin. I always wondered when music of my youth would be considered an oldie (but goodie). Last month I came to the realization music of my youth is now more in the “classic rock” section of today’s youth than ever. I’m sure my parents were surprised their music was considered old just as I was.
You’re not slowing down, but luckily the light changes green just as you throw the car into second and floor it. The engine responds. You crank the wheel to the right giving a faint squeal of tire protest as they grip the turn. Tonight you’re being chased by a gang of evil hit men in a shiny, black SUV. Traffic protectively surrounds the car as you skillfully weave in and out of it on the dark side streets.
I just finished the GQ Magazine article with Brad Pitt (because who wouldn’t?) about his divorce, finding himself and becoming a better man. OK, Eddie Vedder. The magazine took him to multiple national parks in California for the photo shoot, where Pitt apparently frolicked with the land and talked matcha tea during his “weird” time. Well I’m having a weird time, too. And I, too, am asking question of the futile world – which I think is OK. I see why GQ chose to bring our beloved Pitt to the wilderness (The Everglades, White Sands