Midnight at 3160. Send them lightweights to bed. Randy pourin' a cocktail, and thoughts trail, to romance in your head. Oh, Maria Muldaur, why hast thou forsaken us? In your the absence of your brilliant grace, we shall praise our makers that we have still, at least a gorgeous cabaret hotspot to tempt us with melodious delight.
I could go on like this for hours. It comes out of me like carbon dioxide.
Blame it on Rhodesia.
Mamma mia, here I go again. Check out David Byrne on the cover. Talk about a MILF! A big thanks to all who helped my Bree-inspired tribute to maternity come true. In particular Jeff, whose stunning kitchen laid the scene for our hilarity. And, he got a nice red velvet cake out of the deal.
Sidetrack played host to the usual crowd of luminaries for their annual Kentucky Derby party, put on by the good people at Windy City Empire. By the end, I was beggin' for a horse pill. For more info on the goings-on of The Empire, including June's upcoming pie toss at Bucks, visit www.windycityempire.com .
And now a serious note. I stopped in to see Mr. Peter Mavrik dj-ing the shower contest at Spin and decided to stick around for some good-natured fun and frolic. The crowd was treated to the standard parade of hotties. One boy in particular, whose gumption and chutzpah were in no short supply, was not as textbook hot as the other five twinkies. So it takes all kinds, right? So I must take grave umbrage at the one ignant bitch who shouted out, 'You're ugly!'. I challenge this coward to strip off his granny panties and show one-tenth of the spirit and personality of the aforementioned contestant.
I swear some people need a good boot to the head!