Pictured: Mike at Berlin,
Alex ( R ) and his birthday buddies at Hydrate;
Nick, Lindsey and Craig at Club Krave
Gay Idol at Club Krave was truly an... how do I say this... experience. Between the tits being flashed on stage ( actually biological female mammaries, no less ) and the huge jar of pills I gave Paula Abdul, this round was one to remember. It's why I lobbied hard to make sure that at least one round was held at a suburban location; you just can't get away with this shit in the city.
Be looking for them to hop a bus and cheer on Malik and Brian at the semi-finals at Sidetrack on Saturday, May 31.
And to see the hilarious ( and surprisingly professional ) label for the aforementioned pill jar, check out my blog on Chicago Pride.
Mike at Berlin is always a pleasure. I have never seen him without a smile and a kind word. In a world of jaded, bitter queens, Mike reminds us all to stay happy and look good doing it.
And he also reminds me a little of my aunt Mia, who is always very smiley herself.
I stopped in to The Eagle to hang out with young Chad. What I didn't know was that it was MAFIA night. As I met the MAFIA men, don't think that the phenomenon of shaking their hands didn't give me pause. They gave me their paws, alright. Just hope they were properly sanitized.
And their nails were impeccable, thanks to the complimentary emery boards they were passing out.
If you don't know what MAFIA is, you won't get the 'humor' in the past couple lines. And if you do, you may never shake MY hand again.
Happy anniversaries to Cocktail and Roscoe's. Sorry I couldn't make it personally, guys. Looks like Pubert took mighty good care of ya. I reckon'.
Randy is en fuego about his smokeless cigarettes at Jackhammer. See the ad on page 25 for more info, or stop in to Jackhammer and ask Randy to show it to you. But be explicitly clear about what you want him to show you. Knowing Randy, he'll show you the whole sausage factory first.
Happy birthday to Alex at Hydrate. You may know him from the cute underwear shot I put in a few weeks back. Don't worry, Alex, they'll never know it was you.
Unless they've read this column.