In Buenos Aires, bodegas are called “el chino” because they are run by Koreans. Call me crazy, but I have a phonetic feeling that Argentinians can’t tell the difference between Asians of different races.
Yesterday, I discovered that “El Chino” downstairs from my apartment has an entire aisle full of wine. It was almost as exciting as walking into the WalMart in Mexico City and seeing a warehouse sized row of different kinds of tequilas. Let’s just say that I went $20 crazy upon my discovery, and bought four bottles of a fine vintage of Tempranillo. I may or may not be working my way through a bottle right now, on a Tuesday evening. When I’m finished with this post in 3 minutes, I’m going to put it on my queue. By the time you read this, it will be morning. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not still drinking Tempranillo.
I’m late for dinner, so this commentary on dresses at the Tony awards will be brief.
Katie Holmes I have a feeling that Tom Cruise set a goal for you to lose 15 pounds last week, and you didn’t make it. That dress doesn’t fit you. But at least it makes you look like you have boobs.
Va Va Voom, Lea Michele. Enjoy it while it lasts. There’s not a lot of room in show business for people who sing in acapella groups. Trust me.