wine & dancing

my mom emailed me this earlier this week:

Drink more wine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As Ben Franklin said: In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria.

In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.

However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.

Remember:
Water = Poop,
Wine = Health

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service.

i love dancers, i've even dated a few... but there's nothing more entertaining than non-dancers dancing sometimes, like these parisians in bibi tanga's latest video... basically, if you're on a budget, skip the dancers, get some wine, serve it to your white friends & have them dance in the streets, even let them choreograph themselves a little, and what you get isn't necessarily artsy fartsy, but surely entertaining:


fresh back from the east coast on monday night, i went to a party thrown by the french consulate & hosted by the cultural attaché... on the sunset strip yet fun & cool. i had great time. odille, the cultural attaché is a gorgeous parisian girl who was commissioned for the job for 3 years. she has now been here for a year & loves LA. it was great to meet her. i also met some fabulous lesbian artists, one french but who has lived in LA for 20 years (her parents moved here when she was younger) and who also speaks fluent spanish. i was introduced to her friends from buenos aires & san juan. i met some new yorkers who actually like LA, some french architects, some coked out fashion victims i enjoyed talking to for a minute, and this hot italian guy i could have sworn i met before, with his hot mexican girlfriend... he insisted we never met. i kept trying to figure it out. you see, i don't remember names easily, but i never forget a face... it hit me the next morning, he was in a reality tv show i think. i still don't knwo which one, i don't watch that many, and none of them regularly (ok, except for tila tequila's shot at love), but i know he was in a reality show. too hot & too dumb for the amazing race... hmmm, it'll come back to me...