So I'd wondered where delectable local pornpig Bret Wolfe had been hiding himself. It had been so long since our last, let's call it, run-in that I'd begun to think he'd skipped town to LaLa Land. Such is not the case, as I discovered at North End. There he was, cute a bug's ear. Ever make out with a bug's ear? Surprisingly erotic.
Happy anniversary to Spin, who had a very hush-hush affair this past week. Sailor hats and free drinks. Yo ho. Look for bartender Chris, who if you've ever seen him, you'll know what I'm talking about, on a cover coming soon.
Geno was on the good side of his little mood fence at Cocktail. He was all kisses and hugs. If only he'd known where my mouth had been ( see North End ) . Didn't catch the name of the dancer on the cover, but I think I caught his essence fairly well.
The end is nigh. Catch the finals of Windy City Gay Idol this Saturday at Circuit. A blowout, if history repeats itself. Lots of amazing talent this year. I'm pulling for Samara from Madrigal's. What a little package she is!
And if you're feeling adventurous, the same night also has Maneuvers' Miss Gay Joliet 2005. Heavy is the wig that will take the crown. I personally will be on hand to present fabulous prizes courtesy of none other than Nightspots Magazine. Because at Nightspots, it's all about giving.