You must not know about me
I bought a tasting ticket at Swirl last night but could not get to it because of the line I refused to get in – also M had wine he wanted me to try so we proceeded to drink some fabulous Italian wine and then the Alto Montcayo that is so special to me as that is what Beth and Kerry got me when I moved into the LaLa. I went back though, at K’s insistence, to try the Syrah since Mr. Eberle himself was pouring, but when I walked up to him, S popped up and moved him out of the way and said “I’ll handle this one.” She got me on that, I couldn’t stop smiling.
Then we went to La Vita where F and I got all caught up in the whole M & me scene that seems to make everyone connected to it crazy – it’s our current drama – it all has to do with the laws of attraction.
The highlight though was when I moved over to dance with G and she always needs a little bit of a runway to dance because of how she moves front and backward – and we both at the same time looked over at the kitchen window to see that gorgeous hot young Spanish boy staring at us and we broke up laughing because he was so cute and we both started singing “How much is that Spanish boy in the window?” – bad girls, what can I say?
A lot – I quote from a poet – Lorenzo Thomas – perhaps – I don’t have the name written down:
Bad women
Know good men
Are hard to find
And don’t believe
In working hard themselves
When girlfriends come around
Be careful what you tell
Don’t let anyone start counting
What you’ve got on your shelves
Good women get what they want
And the man that comes with it
Bad girls don’t want
For anything at all