Headlines from last night

I got my picture taken with with Manu last night!

Manu is very handsome and photogenic in real life.

Other people were too cool to ask him for a selfie. I thought, bugger it.

And I started a selfie-with-Manu trend. Lots of excited women mobbed him.

I was at an event where I drank Taylors wine varietals at the correct temperatures from special fridges (Manu was there because the fridges are French – LeCavist – and he’s their brand ambassador.)

I learned why drinking wine varietals at correct temperatures is important. (It has something to do with bringing out the flavours of the fruit. I should be sent the media release sometime today if you want to know more.)

Actually, I just discovered a fridge magnet in the goodie bag that explains it …

I caught up with lots of drinks industry buddies following the great PR function drought of December-January.

I am loving sick my new jacket and $10 linen blend Kmart singlet that I wore to the function – I have decided the colours for my next cruise capsule wardrobe are neutrals and sage.

At the end of the night a lovely PR had to bend down and tie my shoelace because I couldn’t – my inflamed disc was killing me.

I also couldn’t sit down on the bus home because it hurt too much.

These headlines were created at my first drinks event for the year: Taylors Wines x LeCavist ‘Why Degrees Matter’ at Botanic Gardens of Sydney.

I misread the invitation and thought it was a sit down affair, so I agreed to attend with a back injury.

It was a stand-up affair and my inflamed disc did not enjoy it at all.

To make matters worse the universe decided to throw suspected lactose intolerance at me earlier in the day.

Really? Come on, universe, give me a break.

I can’t think what else is the culprit after examining my morning food intake.

I need to take my daily anti inflammatory pill with food so I had it in with leftover d’affinois cheese from Twilight at Taronga … as you do … then I got a strong flat white, then I had a tub of my favourite oats and yogurt .:.

And then I wanted to die.

It was almost as bad as Bass Strait.

The youngest came over for lunch and I made her wait for a while as I retched and clutched my belly before admitting defeat and telling her I wasn’t match fit.

So I missed out on lunch with her. Sad face.

By mid afternoon I was on the mend and deemed myself well enough for the Taylors function.