I needed to get out. I needed, apparently, to drink. I was expecting Sauvignon Blanc until I realized that was New Zealand. That sucks. I was all about the Shiraz last night. I met some lovely people, including a guy who was all too polite (not "happy") to carry my handbag for me while I photographed. I assume he’d make a wonderful husband. He’d be the guy in the chair at Lohmen’s Department Store muttering with the heavy handbag heating his lap. Here’s my official embarrassing thank you to him.
After the wine tasting, I split and took a bunch of men to bed. Then I went home, drunk emailed, and made out with the dog. Story of my life.