Well, I'm back. It's been a relaxing month away from writing this column. I started up a gay Scrabble club, took up yoga and bopped around Belgrade for a while, until I was too sore to continue, and now I have returned. Thanks to all of you who expressed to me your anxious discomfort and not being able to read this column weekly. It is for you that I have come back ( even though I am secretly cursing you under my breath ) .
So where were we? Ah, yes. A few weeks back I attended the 30th anniversary of Nutbush to much fanfare. There was both sucking and blowing in abundance ( how closely did you inspect those pix??? ) Mikie, great job on the video photo montage!
How appropriate at Prince night at Berlin to run into none other than Fred Armisen, Saturday Night Live cast member extraordinaire. If you have not seen his uproarious skit 'The Prince Show,' you do not know laughter. I fessed up to him that if he were to be gay for one night, I would gladly bear his youngins. Alas, my gambit fell through and I remain a childless spinster. Now where did I put that knitting cloche?
Also fun at Berlin was The Orange Party. My camera Florence was not in attendance. Sucks to be you.
Market Days came and went. Was not in the mood. Let's move on.
So this week provided some yummy goodness. At Hydrate, after three failed attempts, I finally got the perfect picture of those shirtless sweaty boys you all love so well. I was flattered when they asked me to strip down and dance with them, but some level of decency still applies in our society.
While sipping a dirty Marty with podcaster and Nightspots columnist Peter Mavrik at Gentry, where we had gone to witness the triumphant return of Honey and Alexandra on Sunday, I ran into a young Sigma Alpha Epsilon brother of mine ( yes, I was a frat boy, but I attended a VERY liberal school, so it's OK ) . We shared secret handshakes and everything. It was a hot occasion.
Speaking of Nightspots columnists, let's all extend a hearty congratulations to one Ms. Jennifer Parello on her 100th column in the mag ( page 22 ) ! What will she think of next?
And speaking of speaking of Nightspots columnists, read DAYcations! ( page 18 ) , our newest column from Jared Jones. Strap yourself in; it's gonna be a bumpy life!
Happy fifth anniversary to Lipstick and Lace, this month partying at Circuit. I've never felt quite so lesbotronic.
See cover stud Robin, who just happens to be Mr. Chicago Leather 2006, at The Eagle this Saturday.
Big ups to the new Mr. Windy City Continental from The Baton. Good luck in September.
Alright, I'm exhausted again. Fetch my bag, I'm off to Düsseldorf!
kirk@windycitymediagroup.com