April 17, 2007

I have to say, I am quite proud of myself for attending the Whiskies of the World event this weekend without being hung over the next day! Am I becoming more responsible? Or is my tolerance just incredible? Anyway, good thing I was feeling swell after brunch at XYZ on Sunday because I went to see Grindhouse, and man, with the Dario Argento-esque gore-fest times ten, I would hate to see it while feeling iffy. The film made my sides hurt from laughing—it’s just brilliant on so many levels. I laughed, I cried, it was better than “Cats.” Just wait until it unloads the “Machete” trailer. Go. See. It.

Last night I was one of the judges for the “Think Pink” Moet & Chandon Rosé cocktail mixing competition at Harry Denton's Starlight Room. Man, this town has some mighty talented bartenders, so it was tough to choose, but it was Todd Smith from Bourbon and Branch who won the competition with his “Pink Cream Soda.” Fellow cocktail lovers, just wait until you read about the upcoming San Francisco Cocktail Week in the chatterbox.

I am not going to comment on the profoundly sad event that happened in Virginia this week, except to say tax woes suddenly seem rather insignificant. Those poor, poor people.

Take care, be nice, and be well,