Star pranced up to me with the top of the wine bottle peeking out above her strapless dress, insisting I remove the bottle, Excalibur-like, from her bosom. I’m no sommelier, but as I understand it, red wine is supposed to be enjoyed at drag-queen temperature.
BINGO! My rain-soaked winning card and my drag-queen-gotten prize. You can’t fake that kind of excitement, folks.