Slipnslide

The fact that I made it to the train station this morning without slipping even once on the unforgivably icy sidewalks is a feat I consider to be almost Olympian.

Gary Vaynerchuck is coming back to Boston for the wine expo the weekend of the 24th. My close friend, and one-time WineLibraryTV guest co-host, invited me to go the after party. I have rehearsal all the livelong day, so I cannot attend. I am no longer Olympian.

I am now a pale, wine-less (and slightly whine-y) unsatisfied actor whose greatest achievement for the day was not falling on my butt while walking.

Pretty much, I'm the new Lindsay Lohan sans leggings, lesbian tendencies, and hair extensions.