Indecisive Drinker

Friday, November 8, 2013 , , , , 0

Alex:  I never know what to drink when I go out. I always ask everyone what they’re getting before I order hoping it will help me make a decision. If I knew my drink, I wouldn’t have to contemplate for three hours whether I want vodka, whiskey, or a beer. I’ve always been jealous of my dad. He has been drinking bacardi and coke for as long as I can remember. He knows what he likes. I want to know what I like. The other night at Moms, my favorite bar in Santa Monica, it has a ping pong table, a nice gentleman asked “Can I buy you a drink?” I annoyingly responded “Hmm…what are you having? I usually go with a vodka tonic or a Jameson and lemonade, but it depends on the night.” He smiled, but I could tell he was really thinking… what the eff do you want? After that encounter, I decided I want to have a drink I like enough to order every time. That way I can actually talk to the cute guy at the bar instead of spending fifteen minutes picking a drink. Do you have a go-to?
Nik:  I don’t have one. But I need one because I do the same thing. I spend forever eyeballing every bottle on the shelf trying to make a decision. Then I’ll ask the bartender what I should get and he’ll ask what kind of alcohol I like and I don’t even know that. I guess I like a dirty martini, but only when I’m craving salt. I don’t like sugary drinks. I like wine, but only at restaurants. Beer makes me burp, which is never ideal, nothing like burping in a guys face right after he asks for your number…yeah. I don’t have my drink yet. I’d like go-to’s. A beer. A drink. A wine.
Alex:  What do you mean burping in a guys face is never ideal?
Nik:   I don’t even know how to respond.
Nik:  I just looked at the link you sent me.  I’m cracking up.  Does your dad wear cargo shorts?

I’m obsessed with… Swedish Dream Sea Salt Soap

Thursday, October 10, 2013 , , , , 0

Nik:  You know how good your skin is after swimming in the ocean? This soap has all the benefits of a Pacific dip without the sand between your toes.
Alex:  Speaking of ocean, let’s go to the beach soon!
Nik:  It’s too cold.
Alex:  Are you kidding me? It’s 70 degrees out!
Nik:  It’s 69.  And when you’ve been in LA as long as I have, 69 is not beach weather.
Alex:  I’m always down to get wet when it’s 69.
Nik:  Ew. No.
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I Really Live Here?

Alex:  I am in love with Allen Stone. No beating around the bush, he’s the best singer alive. He has so much soul and positive energy. This past weekend I went to his concert on the Santa Monica pier. I was like a little girl at a Justin Bieber concert. In fact, the last time I was that excited to see someone perform was when I was at my first N’Sync concert! The entire day ...