Chicago Pride's Justin Boltz and the rest of the box of Twinkies at Martini Ranch's Polaroid Mondays; TeriYaki-flavored tip jar at Hydrate; Dcota at Cell Block
Could it be that Dcota Bear will soon be Dcota Otter? Yes, it's true. She's going all Richard Simmons on us with her new slim-down plan for 2008. Stop in to the Cell Block to tempt her with tasty cakes and pies. She's too strong to fall for your baked good buffoonery. Let's all with him luck.
The shit this week was definitely the kickoff night of Polaroid Mondays at Martini Ranch, 311 W. Chicago Ave., brought to you by scene fixture Bobby Pins. In the world's ongoing and wildly successful attempts to make me feel as old as dirt ( as old as dirt's grandmother, even... exit, stage right! ) these kids got style I've only seen in the papers. And now, you'll see it in this paper. Thanks to everybody's favorite Hostess cream treat Justin Boltz for getting me jostled out of my Monday night exhaustion coma long enough to swing down. It was certainly worth the trip. And they'll take a durrrty picture of you, to boot.
Speaking of club scene royalty, stop in to Gallery 203 this Friday night to see the grand opening of "Getting Into Face," the stunning new photo show by Bernard "Frank Swank" Colbert, featuring the making-up of Chicago's own JoJo Baby and Sal-E. Don't they make a purty cover? Turn to page 14 for the full monty.
Hope you liked that maddeningly high-fashion shot of TeriYaki on the inside back of last week's issue. They liked it so much at Hydrate it was taped to the coat check tip jar. Perhaps a portion of the proceeds will go to get Teri that chocolate cake she's been so desperately craving. And the bitch likes EXTRA fudge.
A big boo ( with love ) to one local queer rocker who declined to be photographed for this week's issue at Spin. He was dressed as a priest, complete with crucifix, and hanging out with his girls from the nunnery. I got the nuns but "none" of him. Oh, well. We'll always have Grinder!
Which reminds me of a terrible joke:
Q: What kind of meat do priests eat on Friday?
I guess "chicken" would have also worked, but that wouldn't be confined to Friday's feast.
Speaking of bad jokes, and by bad I mean awesome, stop in to Sofo and get Ron to tell you the whale joke. If he can manage to get through it without melting into laughter himself.
Also at Spin I ran into a superfun group of kids who appeared on the cover last year, featured at Mary's Attic. They were as raucous as ever. Missing was the cute bearded boy with the pit stains. What can I say, I like 'em sweaty. Ahh, the smell of it...
Thanks to all of you who have given me kudos on the redesign of the mag. We aims to please.