Introduced last spring, Emergency Drinking Beer—and its eye-catching yellow can—proved to be precisely what we needed to survive, frankly, everything.
At first glance, you might think the trippy bathrooms at this preppy Buckhead bowling boutique are some sort of illusion. But then you realize that the only thing separating the men’s and women’s restrooms is the line of mirrors suspended above the sinks.
Let’s say you (unsuccessfully) tried to hurl yourself into a handstand in yoga, and now your body seems to be punishing you for it. Make a call stat to Dr. Morgan Smith, who will do his best to get you in quickly—especially if you tell him you’re “in agony.”