I have no business celebrating Bastille Day: I'm Irish and German. I've never been to Paris. And almost nothing incites in me bouts of unfounded jealousy like a pretty French girl hanging around with her pink bicycle and her Chanel flats and her perfect fucking bangs. On the other hand, I love day drinking. Especially wine, and especially when it's under blue skies in 80-degree weather. So Sunday's French fête in... More >>>