Wonder what Frank Kruesi, head of the CTA would have to say about this week's cover? Oops, forgot to check with him first. Can't think of everything, you know.
So last weekend was one of those 'bumpy' weekends—I kept bumping into old friends and new friends, everyone with something Earth-shattering to tell me. First off, at Madrigal's I had a conversation with my old bosom buddy Petzy Sanchez. How I found her in the swarm of loyal patrons there I'll never know. Petzy told me there will be some big goings-on down at Lola's. You all know Lola's, right? You ain't lived til you've lived it up there. I was reminded of the time when I was called upon to judge the Mr. Lola's contest, which was held 100% in Spanish (of which I speak about 2%). Looking forward to the next show down there.
Hiding away at The Hideaway, I was introduced to a few memorable 'mos. First was their new bartender upstairs. Thanks God it was Underwear Night. They were tight. They were white. They were outta sight. Turn to The Spread and get a glimpse of his basket. Easter is just around the corner, after all.
Also at Hideaway was my new friend from Crobar. We may be working together really soon.
Over at Nutbush, it was business as usual. Seems my nipples are always getting pinched at that bar. I'm gonna have to invest in a good chastity bra.
Cover boy Daniel was sexifiying Jackhammer quite nicely, not to mention old pal Myron, who was inordinately happy to see me. Hey, I can't complain.
So Gay Idol has come on full steam from the get-go. Star Gaze saw a healthy crowd (and healthy Vox vodka drinks). Congrats to finalists Brett and Sue and special mention goes to Frank, the proudest Mary this side of Jerusalem!
Charlie's only upped the ante, with the gorgeous Alma taking the prize, along with young Matisse. Nothing but talent at that place.
Blind item—a note to straight fetish couples who assume that all gay bars are Sodom and/or Gomorrah. Just because it's a queer joint doesn't necessarily mean watersports are de rigeur and should be practiced in plain view. Have some decorum. Piss play is a private matter.
Just recovering from St. Pat's weekend in time to wish Planet Earth at Neo a happy one-oh! Hope to see you all at the party Thursday, March 25. Think goth, glam, retro, new wave, punk, new romantic, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Just try keeping me away.