Someone Puked on My Car

Living in New York City can really bring you down sometimes. The list of grievances is long but for me the pain ranges from early morning scuffles to find a seat on the L Train to resigning to the fact that I will never get rid of the German Cockroaches in the bathroom vanity. It’s a city to which you must make compromises in order to live a somewhat sane existence. And as in all compromises sometimes you emerge on top and sometimes you get owned. Today, I was owned. Parking my car in the street was something that I never wanted to do. Yet, I had no choice as I could no longer afford Nice Parking LLC’s usurious price of $450 a month. I had to make the compromise. It’s been just one week of parking on the street and just this morning I discovered two things: 1) my back right tire is as flat as a pancake; 2) some asshole puked on my windshield. Sigh. I’m going to R&S Strauss for some fix-a-flat.

Grab The Mic Like Doug Llewelyn

Was at the Polaner wine tasting yesterday and I think I saw Doug Llewelyn. Who knew that Judge Wapner’s right hand man was a wine-lover and as well one who enjoyed small producers from off the beaten path? Maybe he was on a recon mission on behalf of the judge to investigate the growing counterfeit wine epidemic? I was this close to approaching him to see if it really was the famous People’s Court color commentator but alas my cold feet got the best of me. Doug, if you’re reading this, what did you think of the 05 Coteaux-du-Loir, Vieilles Vignes Eparses from Domaine de Bellivère?