Call me Jo

I have to work. On Labor Day weekend. In case you didn't get it, I'll repeat: I have to work. On Labor Day weekend. Some really int...

Barely scrimping by this week. Work is busy. I am back to drinking coffee (hazelnut, of course) after three straight weeks of nothing but ho...

I'm not sure where to start with this past weekend in Vegas. I survived, how about that? It was the drunken whirlwind people in their 20...

Tonight I attended a fabulous happy hour at one of Los Angeles' undiscovered treasures: a cool Italian joint tucked off a side street in...

Friday night, out in Los Angeles’ West side, in a crammed bar called South off of Wilshire in Santa Monica. My friend and I are at sitting s...

Today, as though in respect for my confusion and anxiousness over life these days, Los Angeles was in a bit of a funk. The sky held gray; th...

My parents made the trek out to Los Angeles this past weekend and somewhere amongst the drinks and traffic crawls and city lights my Dad spo...