Me=the sloth you couldn’t find last night. I didn’t attend the W opening. And, I didn’t barter my highly coveted invitation like some folks did. A FrontBurnervian Foodie, who loves me like a brother, reports that a gal pal of his handed her invite over to her hair stylist who was so excited he offered her free hair cuts for a year in return. And we’re not talking Super Cuts. Lemmings to the sea. Jump? How high? Who cares. Go Dallas.