This morning, I was brushing my teeth, nekkid, when I threw my toothbrush and screamed because I’d looked in the mirror to see two men setting up on the terrace to repel over the side of the building — window washers. I ran a boob-flapping, white fleshy blur, into the closet to throw on some clothes. Still not sure if I was spotted. Well, an interesting way to start the morning for all of us. And what a morning! I was CRUNCHING today, I hate it when I get behind like that, so frustrated, so angsty. But it’s paid off, because for another week, my work is done. My column out today is called THE GREAT ESCAPE, about our obscenely decadent three nights and four days in Rioja. The column, I highly recommend reading, but for a quick view, as some pictures speak louder than words, here is the video I made this morning:

I still need to post some pics of our costume from last weekend’s party. Man, I’m behind on shit. Oh well. This Saturday, I cordially invite you to join me at THIS PARTY, get your tickets now and they’re half priced. I’ll be there, partying it up with the Fox 5 and Reader folks. If you don’t feel like wearing a costume on Saturday, and want to party with live music, food, and drink, and fun people, come on over to the Tastemakers Ball! Seriously, come on over. I’d love to meet you in person. Okay, now off to a wine tasting — you’d think I’d have had enough, right? Well, no. No I haven’t.