I went to Miss Tiger's new show My Little Fortune Cookie at the Bijou, which was deliciously deranged; I'm not sure if there was a plot or not, but it really doesn't matter. That's why I love the Bijou shows; sometimes it's inspired chaos on stage. If I want a tight story line then I'll go to the Bailiwick. However, the anarchic Dadaesque quality of the performances at the Bijou are much more to my taste.
At the Bijou anything can happen, the show could fizzle out, the theater could go up in flames, or Tiger could slice up an audience member with her tongue; as she did with some poor old guy with loose pants on the opening night. The Bijou shows are unpredictable and to me that's real ART.
Tiger even managed to take a swipe at the now-defunct Lesbigay Radio. "They told me my music would never be played on Lesbigay Radio," she said with a touch of bitterness, "And they were right, weren't they? But you know what ... at least I've still got a job."
I went to the show with two writer friends and afterwards I asked them what they thought. A dazed Jason Schupp said, "What was that all about?" and Lynda Licina said, "I loved it." I agree with both of them. I have no idea what My Little Fortune Cookie is about.
And I really don't care. Miss Tiger is a star, the gorgeous and multi-talented Christian strips off and sings, Angelo plays a Mafia guy and Sammy is a cutie. Just go see the show ...
FROM THE CREATORS OF THE BLACK BRA PARTY: TANKED, A HI-ENERGY DANCE. I was only at the Tanked Party at Drink for about an hour, and it was just beginning to fill up and kick in. I was just there long enough to party with comedienne Jessica Halem, a very Hysterical Woman; also bumped into Gregg Shapiro—he's not one of the Hysterical Women though, or is he? Only Rick Karlin knows for sure ...
Guess the year: West Side Story won an Oscar for Best Picture; the Shirelles sang "Will You Love Me Tomorrow"; Connie Francis made Fort Lauderdale popular with "Where The Boys Are" from the teen movie; teenagers danced the Mashed Potato; and Dr. Kildare and the Dick Van Dyke Show premiered on TV.
The year was 1961 and that was the year that Legacy 21 ( formerly the 21 Club ) opened at 3042 W. Irving Park.
I arrived at the 40th anniversary party about 1 a.m. and found about 40-50 young Hispanic men ... ughh!! ... at 7 per day, that's a whole week's supply!!
Don't forget salsa nights every Friday at Legacy.
I was at Pumps and Pearls, a benefit for the Illinois Gay Rodeo Association and Howard Brown at Berlin. I thought the guy who did Madonna was cute, although he didn't look anything like Madonna.
That trashy pair from Beatnik's were there throwing themselves around the room; I don't need to name names, they know who they are. Yes boyz, I'll try and get to your Circuit party next month, though how I'm supposed to take photographs at a Black Light Party, fuck knows. Hadn't thought of that, had you?
It was good to see Viviana again. I still miss Lolitas. And who is making Sassy Trade's hats? ... I need his/her/its address.
A Taste for Every Palate at Galleria Marchetti was a dressy affair. What a great venue, and it's tucked away in the middle of nowhere at 825 W. Erie. Sounds easy huh? Try getting off the train and finding it. Of course, everyone else was pulling up in cabs, but being "just the photographer" I was at the mercy of the CTA.
I got off the train, turned a corner and started walking towards Iowa; OK, I'm a bit of a ditz. I got to Galleria Marchetti eventually, just in time to see two very glamorous women with shaved heads and evening dresses climbing out of a cab. I love lesbians.
A Taste for Every Palate is a showcase for Chicago's top women chefs, artists and wine experts, so everyone was there—Tomboy, She She, Frontera Grill, Cafe 28 ...
It's also a benefit for the Women's Program at the Howard Brown Health Center. It was like a Who's Who of Chicago's lesbians: Mel Ferrand and Josie were there, the glamorous Mary Morten, the Glam-Owners of Girlbar, my husband-to-be Edith Corra ( buy yourself a strap-on, honey, and we'll work out the mechanics later ) , and Vernita surrounded by hot babes, as always; I don't know what Vernita's got going on, but it's all good.
"Blowing your nose isn't enough." Jason again wins the ridiculous website of the week award with the Nori nasal passage cleaner at www2.active.ch/~gerstei
I stood around and looked pretty for a while at the 2nd anniversary party of Third Coast Marketing at Buddies. Daisy Mae and Lily OvDa Alley were sparkling hosts and knocking back the cocktails; they'll swallow anything that doesn't have a price tag on it.
The gorgeous Kevin Boyer of Third Coast Marketing told me that since I wrote in this column that he was a rich queen he's been harassed by gold diggers. He wants me to put things straight. The truth is that Kevin doesn't have two pennies to scratch his ass with, but he does have a huge endowment tucked away somewhere.