It never fails. Every time I go see a Heartless Bitch show at Spin, I leave covered in something. Last time it was mustard, this time a frothy mix of silly string and confetti. Ooh, such a pretty mess. Aside from a slight Adam Ant/Stray Cats conf usion, I ( or Axl, as the case may be ) had a great time being tortured by Dago T in front of the packed room. Good call, security, getting rid of that flailing moron. I was seriously about to break his fucking teeth for him.
That last comment is just the type of thing I would say at 4 a.m. Daddy needs sleep.
Friday night I put 130 miles on my car. Thank God the oil barons have been called on their thievery and prices have dropped. Stopped in to Maneuvers, where I ran into Mr. Daved Dolce, our 2004 Pride cover boy. Sure has come a long way since I had him sprawled on my living room floor covered in mustard.
Talked to a nice gentleman at InnExile, who shared with me his little library of stripper photos. Very comprehensive. That's where I met Duke, who'd better behave the next time I see him!
At Clark's on Clark, I chatted with the birthday boy in the center spread. Last time I tried to take his picture, he threatened to kick my ass. Funny how coming out of the closet can calm one down significantly.
Please do come to Marrakech Expresso on Wednesday, November 23 to see me read some new and old gems as part of the Homolatte series!