I waited on the floor of the FREEZING lobby of The Palace for six hours to get rush tickets to see Liza. To say it was a religious experience would be a gross understatement. Liza is gay Mecca. I won't even try to describe the experience. Just go.
Went to a gay Christmas party last night. I asked a guy for a hickey . . . and got one! Woohoo! I know they're supposed to be immature and they're "gross" and "tacky," but I love hickeys! They remind me that someone liked me. At least for the minute-and-a-half they were sucking on my neck. They're like little love stamps! Right on your neck (or other body parts, for you whores)!
Current mood: HAPPY AS A GODDAMN CLAM!