This Week...

Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday.

This weekend just might kill me.

Who's a Hot Mess?

Hot Mess last night. I'm crippled by some kind of weird phantom hangover today. Which is weird, because I didn't really drink that much.

Sometimes I take photos of myself before leaving the house. You know, just to make sure. That's Thomas on the right, a.k.a. Lusty Charms, our little Irish go-go boy. We had a contest where some dudes got up on the bar and competed for a date with him. I picked the contestants.

Lady K and...uh, that guy. Tranny gots to beat 'em off with a stick, I'm tellin' you. And Logan being Logan. As Logan as he can be.

And the boys were cute too. Lil' Presto (a.k.a. Jason Preston, the former Mrs. Marc Jacobs) brought one of the Pussycat Dolls. She was cute, but I don't think anyone was star struck. On the left: Kirk, whose life has been ruined by Harry Potter. On the right: Ben Andrews, porn star, and possibly more well known that that Pussycat Doll, at least at this party.

FYI: Tommy Hottpants was bartending for us and let me just say that I want to bite him. Everywhere. Like, everywhere on his body. And also, everywhere in the world.

Mika

Using an essentially queer, Post-structuralist concept like the rejection of labels to excuse your reticence to come out of the closet because of the negative affect it may have on your marketability and money making potential? Lame.