Welcome Me Back

Welcome me back from the Isle, babes! Or should I say, my Angel. Cleo and I toasted my return with hand blown martini glasses filled with Chateau St. Michelle Eroica Riesling 2007. In layman's terms, we had some great wine, compliments of Fredrica. Sadly, while I was gone, nobody guessed the translation to the phrase I left in my blogs. Too bad, it'll remain a mystery. To be honest, I only heard it, and I have no idea what it means myself. I was hoping you, my brilliant fans, would know. I mean, the people who watch my show are high caliber, am I right? Right.

The hills were green, the pubs were loud, the food was excellent, and the midges were breeding. Yes. I said "midges". They're something like a cross between a gnat and a mosquito, and they move in swarms. Crazy little buggers, apparently they have their heyday smack in the middle of summer--right when I went. Bad move, bros, trust me on this. Do not go in the dead of summer. I was picking them off me for hours.

Brought back these amazing little biscuits though. They're more like cookies, and they're called flakemeal biscuits. They really complemented the wine. By the way, good call Fredrica! You are the Vintage Queen.

And lastly, kicking back and waiting for tomorrow, when the party of all parties will go down--supposedly--at Ari's mansion. Trying to figure out what he wants that he doesn't have already. Any thoughts?