Am I weird that, when encountering a tequila being demonstrated by a half-dozen sexy women, I'm more interested in the tequila?

No. I find the same thing happens to me when I look at the sort of motorcycle rags that feature bikini-clad women draped across the bikes. "Hey, if I wanted to look at half-naked women, I'd look at *completely* naked women on the internet! I'm interested in reading about the bike, dammit!"

And now we're debating going to a housewarming party for some friends who just discovered that the person who is renting the house to them does not in fact OWN said house and that the people who DO own the house want them to move out.

Yikes! I don't think I know those folks, but I sure hope they've got a good lawyer.

I can just picture the advertising for that wine: "Sparking muscatel, from the slopes of Idaho. For guys who have a wide stance."