Nik:  Green juice. I’ve been doing this for over a year, but I love it and wanted to share. Every Sunday I buy five green juices from Pressed Juicery or Juice Crafters and line them up in my fridge for the week. It’s the first thing I drink every morning. This simple ritual puts me in a healthy state of mind. We’re lucky to live here because you can find a juice place on every corner.
Alex:  Green juice can last for five days?
Nik:  I am a little farty on Fridays. KIDDING.
Alex:  I have no response to that.
Nik:  Pfffrrrttt.
Alex:  Are you done?
Nik:  No. It’s Friday.
Alex:  What do you do if you have a date Friday night?
Nik:  Blow him away. No seriously, the moral of the GJ story is that my skin is great and it gives me energy and mental clarity that I don’t get from anything else.

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Alex:  Hangovers are real. They remind me how much older I am. Remember in college when you could go out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday? Sometimes add a Sunday Funday? Well, and Monday and Tuesday… I’m at that phase where you still can do that, but you’re greeted the next morning with a headache, nausea, and a body coma. I’m no stranger to a bad hangover, but even after three drinks I can feel it in the morning. Thank heavens for Juice Crafters, sunglasses, and Advil. What’s your cure?
Nik:  Preventative. Two drink max. You’re an adult now–no need to get shitty, or you’ll feel shitty. If you must (we’re Wisconsinites and drinking is in our DNA) straddle every drink with a glass of water with lemon.
Alex:  Good plan… more straddlin’.
Nik:  Oh good lord.

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Alex:  Do people in LA only smile when a camera is present? I don’t get it. Walking to get my second cup of coffee this morning, I smiled at the woman who was walking past me. She gave me a look that could kill, like I should be ashamed of myself for smiling. As I waited in line for coffee, I said hello to the person standing in front of me and he looked at me like I had just told him I ran over his dog. I DIDN’T START A FIRE I SAID HELLO! Come on people. I don’t like being awake at 7am either, but jiminy crickets, stop acting like the world sucks and your life is so hard. On the bright side, the cute guy at Juice Crafters did smile and gave me a little head nod on the walk back. BOO YA!
Nik:  Ha. That’s funny. When I first moved out here, I smiled and said hello to everyone. Everyone thought I was so nice. But after living out here for a really long time, I realize that I’m always in a hurry and if I smile at the man in the hat, he’ll likely droll on about his dog and then ask for my number–Or if I smile at the woman scurrying off to spin class, she might dump her emotional bullshit on me in a 15 second rant. So. I’m guilty of not smiling. I’m actually guilty of not making eye contact. My time is precious and I’m scared that if I make eye contact, someone will suck the life right out of me. That said, it might be good to spread a little cheer. Spread a little, get a little (that sounds dirty). I’m going to challenge myself to smile at every single person today. I’ll report back on how it goes.

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