Each year, beer geeks everywhere await the release of Russian River’s Pliny the Younger Triple IPA, the famous, extra-hoppy, winter brew that has grown a cult-following in the beer scene. Rather than succumb to the mayhem that is “Pliny Fever,” Beachwood BBQ, with locations in Long Beach and Seal Beach, is transforming the frenzy to philanthropy by raffling it off by the pint…
Lazy summer weekends…
When I was an intern at LAO, my bosses and I used to argue about what day is the worst day. We agreed saying Monday is overrated – you still have the buzz from the weekend, everyone spends most of the morning talking and catching up, and then you basically go home and try to cure the leftover hangover. I argued it was Tuesdays, but my bosses Liz and Mitch shot me down – saying Taco Tuesdayis enough to make up for Tuesdays to be bad. They said it was Wednesday, but I said that Wine Wednesdays was enough, and once you’re over Wednesday you’re at Thursday. Thursdays were always good. You have an obligation to crush work so that you don’t have to work on Friday, leading to an always-fun-Thursday-rager. This brings us into Friday, a day of donuts, long lunches, and minimal actual work.
That being said, I still think it’s Tuesday.
San Francisco is magical. It’s almost 2am and the city is alive with artists and musicians, writers and interns, bums and kids selling scrap metal shaped into rings; there are hippies and bankers, street performers and sailors, college kids and foreigners selling hot dogs with bacon. In their pockets flasks and money, left over powder and cigarettes, lighters and flashing cell phones and with itching hands hold the vibrancy of a chosen life.
How to score a sandwich in Madrid.
(If you don’t want to know, don’t read it.)
Sitting on the metro. I hope I’m on the right one. I didn’t want to carry my journal and regretting it because now I have to use my iphone as a notetaker. This would be a perfect time to write.
Tonight is my second night in Madrid and first night alone in Spain. I’m not nervous. My Spanish is better than I thought it was; it’s just the different accent and rapid speaking that makes me second guess all of my responses. That will get easier.