Good thing Joss Whedon doesn't come out with new show tunes often or I'd never get a blog post done! (Best. T-Shirt. Ever.) This past weekend ranged from the ridiculous (one classy beer fest patron publicly barfing at L'ex in the middle of service) to the sublime (Ahh, the civilization of incredible white Burgundies at the Conferie du Chevalier des Tastevine Bastille Day party.) Go, Go, Meursault. Still, much excellent fine wine and food was consumed. (Plus, last night we rubbed shoulders at iMOCA with sculptor Chakaia Booker at the opening for her public art exhibition.)
Drank? Fresh blueberry lemonade with mint and a lot of vodka.