Last night, I went to Newsmakers, a monthly cocktail party/networking event for journalists, TV producers, reporters, radio & TV personalities, and PR people. I brought along Joanna from Burning Angel who looked fetching as always. She brought me a single pink rose. I want her to be my sex slave. It was at Duvet, a spiffy club full of large beds to hang out on. We schmoozed with a variety of interesting folks, including a group of editors from Co-Ed Magazine and a super-cool women who works for the Emmys and her boyfriend. They would make great porn stars. Joanna and I made off with our less-than-stellar goodie bags (Well, OK, the Qorvis cinnamon mints are kind of yummy) then went to Cafeteria for salmon BLTs and crab cakes. I ordered her a Grey Goose and tonic, and I felt like her sugar mama. We talked about her new video, BurningAngel.com: The Movie, which she's currently self-distributing and you should all buy. We talked about her boyfriend, her cleaning fetish, how she likes to get fucked, and Britney Spears. I just love her. Despite the fact that she's drop-dead gorgeous, she's not jaded or cynical or snotty when she easily could be. She's smart, she's passionate about what she does, and when she giggles, I want to eat her up. We talked about other stuff, too, but for now, I've got to keep it to myself. Let's just say that we are cookin' something up together. Look at that photo, which I borrowed from her site-how can I resist her?