Have you had the Sofia Mini yet? Then you really can't be that fabulous.
Francis Ford Coppola, my favorite vintner/film icon, has released a new champagne, called Sofia. Named aptly for his daughter, it's sold in a tiny pink soda can (think Red Bull)and comes with a tiny pink straw.
Joe and I met up for drinks the other night at Cama, the bed bar, where, thank god, they serve Sofia Minis. Needless to say, thanks to Sofia, Joe ended up strewn across the beds of Cama, talking to some 21 year old opera student named, what else, Matt, and sucking on that pink straw like nobody's business.
Throw in a shot of Fernet, and it's the gayest drink ever.
Sometimes, being best friends with Andy is like hanging out with a Mid-Western Grandpa who worked in a feed store. I stopped over at Andy's today after work, and he's bitching on and on about how cold he is. As he gets in the car, coming over to dinner at 916A, he glances over his shoulder and says, "I've been eyeing a new heater at Wallgreens."
"You've been EYEING a new heater? At Wallgreens?"
I can see him stopping in Wallgreens every day, staring longingly at some cheap ass $40 ghetto heater up on a shelf in the aisle no one goes in. Each day, he debates the purchase, wondering if he really is THAT cold. And still, still he hasn't brought himself to go through with it.