I'm Not Always The Most Important Person In The World

What I learned today is that I'm not always the most important person in the world. We went to a winery called Bella in Sonoma that's just stunningly gorgeous - long green lawns, sloping hillside, impeccably designed wine cavern. But still, all eyes were on me.

They had some hula hoops on the ground that you were invited to play with. Still, all eyes on me.

It's a winery that, judging by the clientele, attracts a younger audience, especially attractive women wearing really nice clothes. Still, all eyes on me.

And, at some point, with a little wine, those attractive women wearing really nice clothes pick up the hula hoops and, well, get it going on.

All eyes not on me.

I get it. It's okay. I don't blame you. Especially you, Grandpa and Grampa. Just tone down the creepy comments. I've got virgin ears.