For the first time in years and years and years, yours truly will not be part of the bitter set wallowing in misery over Valentine's Day and disguising said misery in a mask of detachment and sarcasm. But for those of you who prefer the latter, please enjoy our annual selection of skewed Valentine's Day cards to your right. Give them to somebody you 'lube.'
Mad thanks to Val at Cocktail for providing such great service at my extremely low-key 5th anniversary get-together. Yes. Five years at WCMG. And as I was still working at Cocktail when I started here, it was quite fitting. Thanks also to the bizarre Russian chicks for taking our picture. Spacibo!
Check out Nightspots columnist Lisa Rock doing a Girls, Girls, Girls cabaret at Davenport's Wednesdays this month. Think she's a dyke?
A very sick, sad part of me filled with girlish glee this week when I read that Jodie Sweetin, Stepanie of TV's Full House had just kicked a full on crystal meth habit. I picture her busting into Uncle Jesse's stash while he's on tour with his aptly named band, The Rockers. Returning home road-weary and dying for a fix, he reaches under the Sealy Posture-pedic and comes up empty. He flies into an unchecked rage. Tearing through the house, he encounters Uncle Joey, just back from a hockey game with Danny. Joey, having spent so much time on the ice, begins to sniffle and Jesse, mistaking Joey's cold symptom for a telltale Tina tell, throws him down on the kitchen table and visits upon him the angry love of wayward junkie. Just as Joey had fantasized all along.
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
kirk@windycitymediagroup.com