Strolling down a San Francisco city street on vacation a couple of years ago, husband Doug and I happened upon a coffee shop.
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Eyelashes that touch eyebrows, courtesy of Amazing Lash Studio.
Beth is glowing after an oxygen facial at BodyBrite.
My eyelids are twitching wildly but the Amazing Lash Studio stylist assures me that I—and therefore my eyes—will relax in a few minutes. While it certainly doesn't feel natural to have my eyelids taped shut, a necessary part of the process so the stylist can apply extensions to each individual eyelash, it's not uncomfortable, and within 15 minutes my mind begins to wander.
After interviewing Chef Sheldon Simeon and hearing him talk about the Lava Bowl he created, I was even more excited to check out Pokéworks while in Phoenix. A worker happily obliged with a sample, handing over a small cube of ahi tuna dipped in Lava sauce.
Husband Doug and I are empty nesters, and so we can come home from work on, say, a Wednesday, and decide to go grab a quick bite out. One restaurant we like to frequent has a F. Scott Fitzgerald vibe, with craft cocktails and appetizers like lobster deviled eggs. We sit at the bar. It's cozy.
For those who know next to nothing about whiskey (aka me), flipping through the hefty drink menu listing 100-plus options at Big Whiskey's is a bit intimidating. Luckily my (initial) confusion was short-lived as our bartender at the concept's first franchise location in Las Vegas quickly steered me toward the Flights section as the best way for an amateur to acquaint herself with the world of whiskey.
After I read this month's cover story, a stark truth was unveiled to me: Years ago, I should have made sons Sam and Ben hunker down in the basement with their video games, rather than cart them off to baseball and basketball practices after school. They haven't made a lick of money off their pitching arms, but maybe they could've earned some cash with that flick of the wrist one develops being a video gamer.