I can gladly report that our Wicked fundraiser to benefit Season Of Concern was a roaring success. Thanks to Hydrate and Sidetrack for providing the ever-essential pre-show Vox cocktailing. The bus ride wouldn't have been the same without it.
But, alas, I did not see the show. Even though I get paid those big editor bucks, it was not in my price range. So when stuck downtown with an urge to sit in one of the best hole-in-the-wall joints known to man, the answer is simple: Second Story Bar. Peter Mavrik and I were entertained ( and drunkened ) by Mike, formerly of Horseshoe fame. If you ever sit down with him, get him to tell you about the time he skipped Pride to see Tina Turner at Poplar ( or is it 'Popular' ) Creek. Also, while there, see if you can't guess the married closet cases. There's plenty, believe you me!
And speaking of stories: Danny at Scot's filled me in on his favorite hallucination ( he claims it actually happened, but you know her! ) . All I'll divulge is that it involves monkeys. And cops. And fruit. Sure, Danny!
Good ol' C-Bass! That's us in front of Berlin. I knew we had a few things in common, such as an ex ( or at least only one I know of ) . But, lo and behold, we're bag brothers. Or bag sisters. Or bag ladies. Hey, if I keep getting paid these big editor bucks, bag lady might be my destiny. Anyhow, check out Disco Wednesdays.