#1 Boris and Christina doin' Creoke at the Closet. #2 Some real men at Berlin. #3 George and Ray at Jakhammer. (Pix by Kirk.)
While I'm not crazy about starting this week's column with another apology, I feel I must do so. After having such a great time at Crew during iPod night and hanging with Mr. Future 30 Under 30 Jason, I went and listed the pictures from Crew under the name of another bar. And while this other bar is not a bad name to be called, it was not correct. I am heartly sorry. I will accept any flogging you feel is due my ass.
From apology to jubilation, welcome to the world young Aidan Lebo Belliveau Fitzgerald, son of Kelly from InnExile. After an unusually long time hangin' around the womb, Aidan was born February 1 at 12:32 p.m., tipping the scales at a bear-like 11.3 pounds. Couldn't be happier for you, Kelly!
So I have pledged to not be the bitter queen this Valentine's Day. We'll see as we near the date how long I can keep that promise, but I'm doing fine thus far. And who couldn't have a happy Valentine's looking at the sickening Ms. Chanel
Exotique on the cover this week? Hope you all have a sweet tooth, becuase somebody has dipped Miss Linda Evangelista in chocolate. Wanna lick? Stop by The Baton Monday night for Stella Productions' Miss Heart of America Continental pageant. Also, catch her at Jackhammer hosting their winter Vital Bridges benefit show. Talk about your busy bitches!
A little disappointed that when I sang Punk Rock Girl by the Dead Milkmen at Creaoke, nobody responded. Am I that old? I am that much cooler than everybody? Yeah, that's it. [ Caution – Editor is awash in delusion. Wear your raincoat. ]
I have set a new record for most time wasted, marked by my eighth consecutive game of darts at Scot's. I just had to play until I won. I do hope pity didn't play a role in my inevitable victory. There goes that deluge of delusion again.
Hello to Steven from Berlin. By the time I left, it appeared that you were beginning to feel it. Not me. Catch me at the end of the month on Prince night. I'll be feeling that whole room. Wear a raincoat.
Who is that woofy new bartender at Clark's? Rumor has it he jumped ship at Gentry and floated over to Clark St.. See him on Wednesdays. Wear a raincoat.
Teri Yaki is perhaps the nastiest whore on God's black Earth. Luckily this channels well into her stint as host-ess for karaoke Sundays at Hydrate. I was looking at her and thinking, 'You blow your dry cleaner with that mouth?' She'll have you rollin' in the aisles. ( get ready ) Wear a raincoat.
This is a little early, but in case I forget, Bruno will be spinning a set at Touché Sunday February 20 for Pantheon/Fireball weekend. You may not know, but Bruno used to spin all over the city and we're excited to see him back at the decks. Also at Touché, Saturday night Linzy Kay is doing something bizarre. You may have to see this one for yourself. And, as you should always do when involved in such hijinx, wear a raincoat.
What the hell am I talking about?