Archive | August, 2013

10 Ways To Celebrate The 10-Year Anniversary Of The O.C.

5 Aug

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Today marks 10 years since The O.C. first exploded on our television screens and Seth Cohen first exploded in our hearts. Last week, Josh Schwartz asked his Twitter followers what they would be doing to celebrate this momentous occasion in pop culture history.

Josh — genius, visionary, light of my life — this one’s for you. Here are 10 ways to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of The O.C.

When I pitched this article to my editor I said, “THIS IS MY OLYMPICS.”  I still have abnormally strong feelings about Newport Beach and Captain Oats and I am not ashamed.

(Now might be the time to admit Adam Brody always makes my Top 10 Men list. Always, always, always.)

And then there was SheKnows!

Inspired by my besties: Things you can do to make your BFF’s day

My first foray into SheKnows Canada: Celebrate your BFF on International Friendship Day

Happy O.C. day, everyone!

Let’s make this a yearly thing, shall we?

Roommates And Goodbyes And Nacho Cheese

1 Aug

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My (ex) roommate Harry is the best sort of person.

He wears bowties and tassled shoes, goes to Trader Joe’s for the kale samples, and has a big, bellow of a laugh that makes you smile just hearing it. Also, he flaps his hands in the air during Important Life Situations like the first time he eats a Café Rio burrito.

This flap is vital to our friendship.

Harry is the hitherto-unknown combination of boarding school meets mountain man meets legal intern, and I’m not exaggerating when I say he is the quirkiest person I’ve ever met.

Yesterday I said goodbye to Quirky Harry outside of Einstein Bagels, his shirt still wet from the dramatic moment he ripped it off to clean the countertops, his hands shaped like a heart over his chest.

“You da best, Jill” he said. “I’ll see you in Tucson!”

*Cue soon-to-be-out-of-date contempo pop music*

So long Harry, Roommate Extraordinaire. I will miss you giving me love advice like “looking hot never hurt anything” and calling me West Coast Quirky and visiting every frozen yogurt shop in Phoenix to find coconut topping.

I’ll even miss your go-to joke, “What do you call cheese that belongs to someone else? Nacho cheese!”

See you in Tuscon.