#739: Rum Smuggler’s Cove.
The Pirates of the Caribbean might be stopping by later. Because here, at Smuggler’s Cove in San Francisco the rum is NEVER GONE. The Goonies… no One-Eyed-Willie… no Jack Sparrow would have been proud.
#737: Catch A Show At The Indie.
It really is true. Great bands become great by starting off in small venues. Walking down the narrow hall of The Independent (a venue I never knew existed until about 10 minutes ago), I was immediately star-struck by all the glossy, framed photos. Green Day, Beck, Springsteen, Billy Joel, Lenny Kravitz all played here once upon a time. Wow. I wonder what band I’ll see next who will really be somebody in 10 years. Two hours, two lagunitas and three new…
#736: Dog-Sit in San Francisco.
I don’t get enough attention. EVER. Play with me. Please!
#735: Yappy Hour At Internos.
Ya know those friends you don’t see for a while, but it’s like yesterday when you catch up? Keren and I picked up like it was just yesterday when we were sitting on the sand with margaritas in Cabo San Lucas. The topics of conversation ranged from boyfriend woes to freelancing gigs to doggie troubles. Three hours, one quattro formaggi pizza and a bottle of delish robust wine later, it turns out, there was one thing we both were missing…
#Get High On the Pacific Coast Highway, Hike and Drive The Big Sur.
The Golden State holds just about any challenge you could ask for –– waves to surf, coastal rides to ride, mountains to climb –– and this bucket list item has topped them all so far. After 7 good driving hours, 75 mini pitstops (yes, I counted) and 1000+ shots through the Big Sur later, it was nothing less than adrenaline-pumping and eye-popping. (Best of all: all shot on my LG G4 smartphone with 16-megapixel camera!) The waterfall that…