This past Tuesday was enormously fat, thanks to the goings-on of a few of our local homosexual spirit-dispensing emporiums. Let's delve.
The crowd at 3160 was a bit off, but that gave me a chance to catch up with Rene and Kim. Kim aspires to be a 'dumbwaitress,' and with luck she'll get there soon. When the conversation turned to me taping my boy-breasts, I knew it was time to re-locate.
Hydrate was spooky ( ooooh ) with the addition of Tarot readings to their Tuesday night ouevre. What else is in the cards for Hydrate? I approached John about being a cover boy, but he would only do it with Elliot, who has moved to California. He may do it with an Elliot 'shape-alike.' You think you've got the curves? See John so he can size you up... and down if you play your cards right.
Scot's was packed with toga-wearers and toga-well-wishers for their annual Fat Creaoke Tuesday. I could not be goaded into singing. It was too early.
How fortuitous that my next stop was Jackhammer's annual Undie-Oke ( once again, a Creaoke staple ) . And while my boyfriend held my pants I got some wacky shots. Including the inset picture. Some older gentleman approached me and told me that someone had my name written on their ass. I assumed it was a gross forgery and decided to inspect it. As you can see, I was duped.
Elsewhere on God's green earth, don't forget that Windy City Gay Idol 2006 begins next Thursday at The Closet. The singers are better this year, I swear. That's SOOO not a piece of P.R. bullshit. I would never perpetrate such a fraud.
I should be shot.