I do not run. I do not jog. I occasionally sprint on the treadmill due to intimidation by the Orange Theory instructor, but my sausage links do not scurry for a significant amount of time. Sunday, I ran a 5k. I literally felt like P. Diddy, episode one, when he trained for the New York…
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My New Year’s revelations appeared long before Mariah Carey decided to lip sync in Times Square on 12/31. It happened during the heat of the December, resulting in a nasty holiday hangover. Not because of all the pinot noir I was guzzling at the dinner table Nov-Dec, but because of the energy I was exerting…
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“How old are you turning this year? 32?” I nearly passed out. No, this was not a joke. Sweet mother of pearl. Get the dermatologist on speed dial and call me an UBER to Bedford Dr. I considered throwing myself onto Wilshire, but realized I would miss out on the numerous birthday activities I had…
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Giggles does not get political. I leave that to my brother and dad to duel out their opposing party views at nearly every family event. Especially when margs are involved. Then it gets heated, and occasionally entertaining. I usually like to sit back, sip my drink, and observe. As I sat there on November 8th,…
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The end of an era
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I walked out of the Adele concert with Carms frustrated and confused to why she did not play my favorite song of all time (Hometown Glory). As we drove away from the Staples parking lot, I scrolled through videos of the miracle I had witnessed in DTLA, and there I found, “Hometown Glory.” I was…
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It has begun. #maymadness May Madness: The string of events where I celebrate the date of birth of literally every single person I know between May and mid-June. The pre-game to May Madness started in April with my brother, then OPENFOLD, followed by HBD Lausen (never forget the hand in Summer ’15). Between the birthday events,…
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My weekend in two words. I could describe Saturday in great expletive detail after waiting in line at The Bungalow for two and a half hours, but will choose to focus on the positive aspects of my two days off. The weekend was a shuffle, that my tater tot legs could not keep up with.…
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There was a time when I despised DTLA. As in, I refused to go unless food or tickets were involved. I was invited to visit the Broad on Saturday morning. While we were sans rezzies, I had zero concerns, since we were going to be proactive, and wake up before all of Los Angeles to be the…
Read MoreIn a setting that looked like the aftermath of a 21-year-old birthday party, I sat on the floor with my six friends scrolling through photos of the night before, while simultaneously picking at the birthday cake that remained untouched until the morning. Champagne was much more appealing than Celebration Cake at 8pm. “What should my caption…
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