Elvis' Pharmacy

Almost everyone who reads this blog either gets my emailed enological spam, or reads 1-10% of my Facebook posts, which fall into 666 simple categories.  So I try to write posts on my blog that are perhaps of more lasting importance than the ephemera I broadcast in those see-em-and-ignore-em manners.

This isn't one of those posts.  

THE PARTY IS ONLY ELEVEN DAYS AWAY?  WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

Oh yeah, my private jet to pick you up, and the Zeppelin guest house to say in.  Maybe next year?

That oversaid: