As many of you know, I 86’d George Clooney a couple of months ago in favor of new hotness, Eduardo Verástegui, who brought out my inner Dirty Old Lady. In which I revel.
He’s said to be very courteous, very open to his fans, and an all-around nice guy. And hot. Definitely hot. For a while he had a girlfriend from Vegas. It wasn’t me.
The next night I had a roasted turkey thigh and poured a glass of the same wine – with some trepidation, I might add. After all, could a wine that caressed the barbecue sauce so beautifully the night before possibly be any good with plain ‘ol turkey?