I know I can't be the only one who has a little bit of a crush on our cover chico, Luis Vega. I mean, look at 'em. The camera just eats that boy up. You may know Luis as the very first Windy City Gay Idol, taking the prize at Circuit last year. Now is your chance to see him shine once again, performing a special number at the Windy City Gay Idol 2004 finals, Saturday night at the very same bar where it all began, Circuit. Be sure to get there by 7 pm to get a ballot and cheer on your favorite performer, or favorite bar.
So someone is pretty 'pissed' with me for what I wrote about him in my column last week. Even though it was a blind item, I guess enough people were talking about it and the cat was out of the litter box. He told me that I am number seven on the list of people he hates. So I told him, 'I'm a seven, urinate (thanks to Creagh, from whom I flagrantly ripped off that joke).
Every time I blink, Hydrate is adding another show, bringing in another world class DJ or just generally blowing my mind. Stop in there any night of the week and you may proceed to get your groove on.
That Matt at Bucks has to stick his mug in every friggin' picture I take. Don't worry, honey, we could never forget your face.
The Sound-Bar grand opening was first rate. Just caught Pepper Mashay gettin' the boys and girls soaking wet. Big ups to Kathleen down at Chix Mix for bringing to femme quotient up to near
dangerous levels.
To the nice young man at The Closet who chose a strangely appropriate song for me to sing for Creaoke—all jollies need not be masturbatory. There, now I've
printed it!
A trip to Neo always leaves me with a strange yen to run around in a thin black tie singing about Planet Earth. That place is queer, which is something to aspire to, believe you me.
Check next week for the brand spanking new Miss Gay Joliet from Maneuvers. Glad just to be a fly on the barstool that night. Those bitches would tear me limb from limb!
Below, please find some lovelies from just outside of Berlin. This type of queen just seems to grow out of the sidewalk around that strip. And not shy, these broads! You should see what else they wanted me to photograph (or maybe you shouldn't, I wish I hadn't.)
Cocktail has something on Sunday with beach balls or something. Talk to Geno. He should have a clearer explanation.
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