If you read this column last week, and I'm certain there are at least 5 of you, you may remember how much I packed into one week. Logical follow-up? Lots of sleep. Most of my dramas and traumas went down behind the scenes this week.
I did make it in to Spin for Gay Idol on Monday. The finalists just keep getting adorabler and adorabler ( yes, I'm aware that's not a word ) . Also, my sincere thanks again to the staff, in particular Chris, Peter and C-Bass, all of whom went out of their way to put a smile on my otherwise sullen face.
So you've all heard about Clark's by now, I take it. The question is, what have you heard. There's the story told by everybody at the bar, which I am fully inclined to believe, and there's the story told by the good ol' CPD, which I'm fairly certain is bullshit. Problem is, when a WCT reporter called and asked the bullshitters, they gave him their bullshit line and said bullshit was printed in WCT, much to the dismay of many.
My mother raised me right. I am choosing to believe my friends at Clark's over the boys in blue. The boys at Clark's have no reason to lie to me. So go to Clark's. Buy drinks. Enjoy people. They are, like, so open.
And if you've heard nothing, it's none of your business.
Our cover boy this week is Esteban. Another memory jog—I told y'all in last week's write-up that he was the winner of Hydrate's underwear model search. See if you can find the underwear in the picture. It's not where you may think!