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Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of Arizona ( or something to that effect ) , Josh has come through his ordeal, only stronger. For those who may not know, our friend Josh ( karaoke whore, multiple-time Gay Idol finalist, all-around good kid ) lost all of his worldly goods recently in an apartment fire. How heart-warming it was to see the fantastic turnout at Madrigal's on Monday for a karaoke benefit in Josh's honor. Creaoke provided the entertainment, Juan provided some desirable raffle items and all together they raised in excess of $750 to help Josh recoup his losses. Naturally, that's nowhere near enough. If you are interested in donating to the cause, please contact Creagh at creaoke@aol.com . That Josh—he's like our own little Katrina.
Wednesday was as swank as shit up at X/O for Wicked Wednesday.
Now there's a room which was born into the world from Heaven strictly for the purposes of enjoying a Martini. Hello to Paul and Scott, whom I haven't had the chance to
talk to in quite a while. He invited me to his Halloween party, and I fully plan to go, unless I spontaneously get thrown a surprise birthday party. Hint, hint, people.
Anyhow, congrats to the winner of those much-coveted Wicked tickets. Can a bitch get a free set of tix for promoting this thing or what?
Over at Cocktail, Dhanna was looking soft and natural. We chatted about, well, nothing in particular. Except that she will be spinning at Flawless on the 16th with none other than Derrick Carter. If you haven't been to Flawless, book this night to go. Stunning. It kicks off at Four ( the old Big Wig ) at Division and Ashland.
I swear, that's all we talked about!
Perhaps, for this month only, I'll become a hetero. The straight girls have been all about my shit lately. Hanging out at Jackhammer for karaoke, a certain breederette had my ear all night. I felt some bizarre fleshy objects brushing up against my arm several times throughout the night. 'Oh, breasts!,' I concluded. Still not enough. Then, the next night at the Holiday Club, darn if there weren't two straight girls all up in my shit. I tell ya, can someone with a penis get a hint from these womenfolk? Just asking.
And fans of once-local musician Valerie James will have plenty to keep them occupado this week. If you are of the south suburban persuasion, your best bet would be to catch her at The Patch on Friday night. Feeling a little more urban? Then get to @mosphere on Sunday for either the 7 p.m. or the 9:30 p.m. show.
What is it about Sidetrack that makes it the nexus of the gay universe? I defy any one of you to go in there for five minutes and not run into some old friend. Between Erik R. Sosa and Jim Bennett, I felt like the most popular girl in school. And for once, it had nothing to do with my tits. Unless... .
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