Happy birtyhday to young Jody, 1st runner-up for this past year's Windy City Gay Idol. I was shocked to discover he was older than me. Lookin' good for a brontosaurus, Jody! Catch him at The Closet any given night. Read next week for info on Gay Idol '05.
To Creaoke – thanks for finally unearthing a Pixies song for me to sing. I feel like the monkey that's gone to heaven. Rock me, Joe.
Hello to Dave from Hydrate. Pleasant to be able to find a comfy corner and just chat. Wasn't easy, deaf old coot that I am ( or at least am fast becoming ) .
So I was strolling down Halsted and came across this beautiful pile of debris that, apparently, used to be someone's life. Seems that somebody hadn't been paying the bills and the mean ol' landlord was forced to take drastic measures. I'm sure many of us have felt your pain.
Who is that splayed on a table at Maneuvers? I know you are supposed to keep your elbows off the table, but what does etiquette dictate for tits and crotch? Dear Abby, why hast thou forsaken me?
Angelique, you are an angel of the highest order. Unending good wishes to you and your Mom, Shirley. We're all praying for you.
Thanks again to Neo, for supplying me with ample visual fodder. That's Christine on the cover, doing her part to promote proper grooming. With her is Josh. He's a drummer. That's hot, I don't care where you come from.