It took me an extra week or so, but I finally made it out to the new, improved Hideaway in Forest Park. New owner Andrew is prouder than punch, and with good reason. What a fresh coat of paint and some luxurious couches can do. Here I am pictured singing a ripping Bowie number with my new friends James and Nero. Nero chose not to be pictured, due to heated contract battles. But, as it was such a 'genuine moment', I had to print the picture anyway.
And check out the cover boy. Now that's what I call dinner!
Good show to all who participated in the Miss Continental Plus and the Miss Continental Elite pageants, at Park West and The Baton respectively. Jim and the Continental system are proud to welcome winners Amaya and Barbra Herr!
Look for the very nice young boy from Madrigal's on page 20. When you get on stage and take off your clothes and the best part of the picture is a smile, you've really got something there. In my humble opinion.
I floozled and snozzled my way to Hydrate. The dodeckahumper arrived there quite late. And much to my wonder, up hillside and sluice, the weekend was themed after ol' Dr. Seuss.
My vodka was dwindling, when Elliot said, 'You need a refresher, to put you to bed.' Then JayJay came thundering down like a beast, 'I'm the hoo-ha-est hostess from west or from east!'
I lit up a ciggy and smoked it with glee. And then gave you this rhyming. Take it from me.