When I walked into the madhouse known as Jackhammer with everyone cheering and my dear friend Eileen Dover on stage doing Joan Crawford, it suddenly occurred to me what a strange life I lead. I still can't believe that I actually get paid to hang around in bars taking pix of … uh … people in an altered state of mind.
I heard my name screamed out on the microphone and there's Stella, waving her cocktail at me … as usual. I did write in this column a couple of weeks ago that Stella had moved into the basement at Jackhammer. Well, I was wrong, she's actually sleeping behind the bar up there.
Then she started telling me about her recent operation; I think it was a hysterectomy, but I could have heard her wrong. Whatever it was, get better soon girl!!
The location of that new door at Charlie's is confusing me. I mean, think about it … you've had a few cocktails and you go to your favorite bar and THEY'VE MOVED THE DOOR!!! The first time I staggered there after the door moved, I was stood outside where the door USED TO BE and I'm thinking "What happened to the … where did Charlie's go?"
Of course, I know where the door is now because when Lauren sees me outside looking bewildered, she waves at me. It's like she's saying, "Hey Sukie, the door's here … we moved it, remember."
I'm such a ditz.
I get some strange things sent to me at the office, like this one …
… I received a large brown paper parcel inside a Victoria Secret bag. It just had Sukie written on it, and it was
hand-delivered. I opened the parcel and inside was a wad of bubble-wrap and a cigarette lighter with these words on
it: Auntie Em — F@#k You. F@#k Kansas. Taking the dog — Dorothy.
Whoever you are, thanks … I love it.
I also received a CD called Inside by Richard Anthony. Does Mr. Anthony have an e-mail address?
You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I walked into Touché and bumped into my friends from the Hellfire Club who were doing three demos that night. I only had time to watch the electricity demo, which I thought was fascinating.
The guy doing the demo—whose name I didn't get—was really good as an educator and speaker. Hey, I know this creeps some people out, but if your desires are in the realm of S&M you better know what you're doing, so I have nothing but admiration for the work of the Chicago Hellfire Club.
I loved it when they turned the lights out and the sparks were flying off the slave boy. Who doesn't like a fireworks display!!
So when are you guys going to invite me to the clubhouse? See e-mail above.
While we're on the subject of Touché, congratulations go to Bruno on his good news.
Ask him about it …
DJ Dan Badea was up at Star Gaze doing a CD giveaway … why don't I have a copy? Hey Mamie, did you save me a copy of the CD?
The chef at Star Gaze should actually be on the menu himself. He is very, very, edible … oh, and he can cook as well. Vege quesadillas are excellent.
As a lifelong member of the Barony … you are never going to hear the end of that one … I was at Bucks for Star Trec: In Search of an Empire, which was a reception to meet and greet the royal family of Chicago. And it was fabulous seeing all my friends in one of my favorite bars on a Sunday afternoon …
… Because Sunday afternoons at Bucks is THE BEST.