#1 The participants of Strip Camp strip it off for Chicago Takes Off, photo by Kat Fitzgerald. #2 Hey, no biting! at Hydrate. #3 The chicken soup I will soon be drowning my sick-boy sorrows in at home in bed watching Golden Girls
As my body is quickly succumbing to a bad ass cold ( aching, coughing, sore throat, the works ) , this will be a brief column. More next week when I'm full of piss and vinegar again. Right now, I'm either full of only piss or vinegar. Can't tell which. Suffice it to say, a proper mix of the two is crucial to robust health.
TPAN's Chicago Takes Off was amazing. Nudity and charity being my two favorite virtues, what more could I have asked for? Almost blew my cab fare down the shorts of a few of the cast members. I would have gladly walked.
The boys of Hydrate became the girls of Hydrate for the staff turnabout drag show. Even Mark got into the act. Teri turned out a Victor/Victoria number that had 'em guessin'.
What happened to underwear Creaoke at Jackhammer? Come on, guys and girls! You have no excuse for not having been there to see me in my red union suit swinging my goodness to the strains of Weezer. Suck on that mental picture! Next year, scrub out your best skivvies and stop in!
And speaking of skivvies, throw on your black, breast-containing skivvies and skivvy on down to Circuit for the Black Bra Party this Friday night. This will be the eighth year that the Chix Mix chicks have put up the sexiest women's party in Chicago. What better excuse to buy a fancy new bra?
Thanks to the loverly Alina and Ahinora of Graffiti Dancers for stopping by my place for the photo shoot. Two slender women in black underthings prancing around my bedroom was completely lost on me. If only I were that lucky with the boys.
For more of Alina and Ahinora, check out myspace.com/graffitidancers.
See you all at Women and Children First this Friday, February 15 for Nightspots columnist Jennifer Parello's book signing. She'll be John Hancock-ing copies of her newest tome, appropriately entitled Dateland. For those of you frustrated by getting your Parello fix in 500 word spurts, this is the perfect gift.
Finally, as you consider patronizing the dead-eyed corporate behemoth that is Hallmark for your Valentine's Day sentiments, consider our 2008 batch of free—you heard me, FREE!—Valentine's Day cards on page 19. Somehow, we have a way of tugging at certain heartstrings the card companies wouldn't dare touch.
Read my new blog, 'That Blog!,' on chicago pride. It's like my column, only bloggier.