July is gone, done with. Well, except tomorrow. The point is: let’s talk August.
Look, we’re just going to come out and say it: there’s 20,000 pounds of lobster in Maine, and we think we should make a play for it. So we’re getting together a gang, Ocean’s 11-style, to break in, find the lobster, extract it from the iron-clad cell where it’s undoubtedly being secured and enjoy it all ourselves. And good news: we’re looking for an 11th person to join us...
We won’t claim to be experts on this—frankly, we’re assuming this “holiday” is some kind of shill for America’s undergarment pushers. But we thought we’d use it to introduce you to our good friend, the underwear enthusiast Rosie Huntington-Whitely. National Commando Day is next month.
Okay, so it’s here: the biggest surf competition in the world. Our suggestion: find your way to Cali, sit on the beach with your favorite mermaid, order up some brews and fish tacos, and enjoy the sight of the best surfers in the world tackling Point Break-style waves. Gary Busey would want it like this.
Your favorite restaurateur, hotelier and, oh yeah, actor celebrates his big day today—be sure to drop a “You talkin’ to me?” in his honor. Meanwhile, Spicoli is turning 50. Let that wash over you for a minute. Then rent We’re No Angels to celebrate ’em both.
Aspen in the summer: an underrated experience. And should you be looking for an excuse to go, here you go: later this month, you can face down two days of BBQed indulgence. Your pit masters include pros from such legendary joints as Salt Lick (in Texas) and The Pit, from North Carolina. We can’t wait for the Vail crab boil.
