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I am going to be a featured writer at a "Lyrical Wines" wine tasting event at Cleveland's coolest bar Budapest Blonde, the co-owner of which wrote a
letter to the editor about my Hungarian cucumber recipe that was so funny, I laughed like hell when I read it.

Budapest Blonde is my favorite bar in Cleveland. I love it so much I wrote this essay about it. The wine tasting will be at 7 p.m. on Dec. 6. Cost is $25. For reservations, call 440-237-0292 or call the bar at 216-328-8780 anytime after 4 p.m. Tuesday through Friday. I am told these events usually sell out.

I will be appearing with fellow author Richard Montanari, who is the best-selling author of The Skin Gods, as well as a bevy of other books. This event is going to be a blast and I'd love to see any and all of you there.

Grape graphic courtesy of artist Nadina Tandy.

Next up is this guy, Dean Cochrane whom I playfully call Cockman as I constantly get him confused with Doug Hoffman. Who cares? I like both these guys. Anywho, I advise everyone to hop on over here to get a snootful of fiction Cockman style within the pages of his online novella The Weaveling.



And now for something so disturbing, I just don't know what. Flamingo dressed up as the lunchlady for Halloween. As you can see, Flamingo looks more like the lunchlady than the actual lunchlady, which is troubling enough (I encourage all of you to click to enlarge the photo and check out those legs!). Even more terrifying is Flamingo's disclosure that he did a handstand on the keg at some point during the evening. Fortunately, no one took a photo of that blessed event. Judging by the length of that sexy smock he's wearing, I'll bet it was one nutty moment! I'm wondering if some clever blogger out there might enlist his or her Photoshop skills and offer an artist's rendering of the "Flamingo Lunch Lady Handstand on Keg."

Any takers??