red sangria

the long-ass email sent to goddess girl liz last night:


i got your vm, was double-booked tonight. had a work dinner (at tinto, v. good. would go back again) which i bugged out on to go to jen lancaster's book signing/reading at b&n on rittenhouse sq.

she was v. good, i was a bit tipsy (but there's a point here) since i bugged out on food portion of the dinner but had plenty of drinks before then. (it was the never empty glass type of place.) gave her my business card with the url to my blog. i'll need to check to see if she went on or not. but i did make her laugh, when i told her my bag peed on her book. the friggin' coat check must've put my bag on the bottom, so my h20 bottle sprung a leak and soaked my bag - iPod, blackberry, cell phone, a check i wanted to deposit from verizon -- and my copy of "bright lights, big ass" that i wanted her to sign. arrgggh. but she told me i was funny as i told her about the wet spot my bag left on the chair back where i was sitting.

i really need to work on my proposal cause there is not one freaking reason why i can't do what she's doing now. except of course the fact that i am scared to actually do it!

anyway, after a long rambly message, you called to ask what to bring. bring red sangria. i drank so much of it at tinto and now i'm craving it. never knew sangria to be addictive but what else is new?!?

the other good part of my night - i am no longer a capogiro virgin! so hungry after my buzz wore off i treated myself to gelato. and you're so right -- it is like an orgasm in my mouth!