This last week I went skydiving for the first time.  Skydiving is where you purposely jump out of a perfectly good airplane with a piece of "rip-stop" nylon that uses "zero porosity", otherwise known as a parachute. A Norwegian friend of mine is having a Scandinavian docu-series filmed about her life here in glossy Hollywood so she asked me to do this segment with her because she said, “You, Aleeza are de craziest uf all uf my friends” so of course in this case I would have to say yes, live up to the expectation and jump out of that perfectly good airplane at 13,000 feet with a guy who looked like one of the original cast members of Point Break strapped to my back. No problem.

I found myself at LAX this Valentine's Day, stranded in the food court, surrounded by travelers…a strange breed of humanity. It’s like a Vintner’s blend, and I quote “it can be as simple as taking two separate wines and mixing them together to complicating things a bit by taking multiple varietals from multiple regions and blending them to make a new wine with a unique flavor experience.” Yes, I am comparing airport people to wine because I believe people are a lot like wine, ever since I looked up the definition of my mothers favorite 1982 Cabernet and compared it to her and it hit the nail on the head. I call it Winestrology.