I finally watched Boyhood. Hunkered down for the long haul, I prepared myself to be underwhelmed and possibly drift off. And I was wrong.
Playboy Magazine is Missing Out on Millennials
Let me just say that I love Playboy. I’ve been reading the literary-mag-meets-nudie-rag since stumbling upon a collection under my parents bed as a teenager. I was always…
10 Albums to Take to the Grave
If you could listen to only 10 albums for the rest of your life, what would they be? Tough question, right? I immediately began to mentally flip through my music library...
Dear perpetually single people: Stop the cycle
Despite always having a harem of hot wing-women at the ready, I realize I’m not helping the situation, as I foster their lament about love over wine we never would have afforded…
Tentatively typing, skin still bronzed with remnants of sand in my shoes, these not-so-secret islands are on the verge. At the tipping point of proper tourism, but still so untouched and pristine that only seasoned travelers will seek them out…for now.
I could go status quo and predict who I think will win or who will have tongues wagging on the red carpet, but I’d rather focus on everyone’s favorite part of the show — the opening monologue. Here’s who I think might be the object of FeyPo’s affections come Sunday night
It’s been a wild year, folks. I can’t say I’ve ever worked harder than I did in 2014. But it’s been a ball with only mild sleep depravation and co-dependent booze consumption.
It’s the eve of New Years Eve and for the first time in years I’m not quite sure where I’ll be at midnight. One thing I know for sure, thought, is there will be champers and there will be music.
With three days left until Christmas Eve, you’ve probably consumed more alcohol and refined sugar to fuel your party engine well into 2015. And that’s okay because tis the season, and you’ve worked hard this year, and no one likes a party pooper…
I loved Robin Williams. Me and several million others. When I was little, I remember owning a pair of rainbow suspenders that matched the ones he wore in Mork & Mindy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen Good Morning Vietnam…
Recently, while clicking onto my Instagram app, I was met with a stern “warning” for posting inappropriate content. Confused, I quickly scanned my feed — a mix of Vancouver sunsets, Christmas cookies I had baked, and cocktails I had consumed…the usual — but I did notice one image was missing.
While these sites were created to foster free enterprise, where start-ups are concerned, it never occurred to me to use these platforms as an opportunity to raise funds for personal pursuits.
The temps are dropping, the beach tunes have faded and there isn’t a single festival on the books. But the holiday season is creeping closer and which means one thing – parties.