A picture in Nightspots last week read: Mr. Charlie's 2003. It should have read Mr. Charlie's November. Nightspots wholeheartedly apologizes.
I know, the pictures of Buck's Creaoke were in last week's issue, but I didn't have space in my column to tell you what a fabulous host Honey West was. Is there anybody nicer in this community than Honey West? I don't think so …
It was great to see Buck's hottie Matthew, a former Nightspots cover-guy, up there singing. Actually, there were two former Nightspots cover guys singing. Who knew there was so much hidden talent lurking behind the bar at Buck's? Maybe they should advertise the bar as "Starring the Singing Bartenders." How about they start a BuckShop quartet.
Obviously the party of the week, and we all knew it would be, was the 20th anniversary of Berlin. I didn't go to the private reception, as I was elsewhere, but the place was hopping when I got there.
Great to see Dante, Cherish—and that clown of a husband of hers (Ha!).
Berlin is truly unique. Fashion designer Stacy Ellen Rich was there looking stunning …
Message to those three fashion designers I met at Neo … we haven't forgotten you, and we're thinking about doing what we planned to do in January …
When we got outside, graysong said there were a group of guys in the bar who wanted to say hi to me …
… if those guys are reading this, I'm sorry I ran out of the bar so fast, I was late for another event. I'll catch you next time.
A big, big thank you to Frida Lay at Charlie's who held my hand at a very crucial moment. You see, Frida, I was about to use my hand to slap that person in the face ….
The Barony of Chicago Turnabout 3 show at Annex 3 was fun, but very confusing for me; drag queens performing as men and the guys performing as drag queens.
I have enough trouble remembering people as it is, without them doing double-genderfucks on me. I remember talking to a drag queen in Bobby's one night, and when she walked away, I turned to someone and said, "Who was that?" The guy said "Ambrosia Salad." I'd only met and photographed Ambrosia a hundred times before.
The first time I met Frida Lay as a boy was in Buck's. Kirk was talking to him and I'm busy ignoring him, until he said "Sukie, don't you know who I am?" So I said, "Well, some drag queen." When he said he was Frida Lay I just wanted to crawl into a hole.
So the Barony Turnabout Show at the Annex completely threw me out; I didn't know who anybody was. Note to Sierra: Honey, he was way too comfortable wearing your clothes. You know who I'm talking about …
Thanks to Brian at the Manhandler for remembering I'm vegetarian and couldn't eat his meat …
… you people have got minds in the sewer.
He was making nachos for the customers, and he made some for me without the beef.
Gas up your cars and get down to The Pour House this weekend, for three nights of fun celebrating their 30th anniversary. Hi Ernie!!!