What do this past week and a twelve year old's anus at Neverland have in common? They're both jam-packed! ( a brief pause to recover from the sheer horror of my analogy ) .
Scot's was busting at the seams for their eighth anniversary party. Tom and I must have spent about a half an hour trying to come up with the words to Madeleine Kahn song from Blazing Saddles. If anyone has an audio copy of that song, please send it my way. Congrats to you, Scot's!
In what could have easily turned out to be a Monday night disaster, Crew threw a hell of a Miss USA party. I was rooting for Miss Illinois, with his curly red locks and butchy good looks. Looks like NC has edged out Illinois once again.
Clean up on aisle me! Still all adrool from Hydrate's underwear model search night. #2 was the fuckin' sexiest thing this side of sliced bread. And the winner was no slouch, either. Look for his cover shot coming soon.
Chanel was sickening as host of @mosphere's Drag Idol show. I guess we all just haven't had enough of 'Idol' yet. Which is good, because the next installment of Windy City Gay Idol is coming up Monday at Madrigal's. Stripping not required ( or discouraged ) .
At Jackhammer last night, I was asked for the third time that night if I was the guy who used to date C____ R_____. The asshole used me, broke my fucking heart, and just when I got his Irish ass out of my system, everyone around me is name-checking him. Please stop.
Bitter, party of one.