Flee Bowery

Listening to: " YOU THINK YOU'RE A MAN" by The Vaselines

In order to fill my fun quota for 2004 I decided to hit the town with b.f.f/p.i.c Tom, who had to fly back home to lovely San Fran the next day. I had to face my fear of the gay strip mall at Bowery and E4 and hit Beige because what else is there to do on a Tuesday (other than spend the night watching Real World/Road Rules Battle of the Sexes with some Gun Oil...)

There was nary a Mr. Mickey or Michael Musto in sight, and trust, we would have quickly gravitated toward those two in a heartbeat, but instead Tom   and I rode the wave of scrubbed studs like a tsunami, powerchugging Heinekens on the way. Lowlites included the new busted face go-go boys, playing always fun "Italian, Jewish, or Both", and watching some kid throw up all over his table because he said he ate too much sugar... ok Willy Wonka.

Stumbling languidly around the corner we slid down to the Slide where - now this is where the magic begins - none other than Princess Kennedy (OMG), of world shameous tranband Pepperspray was emceeing something, yet the broken gaffaws of her cracking throat bounced of the absestos ceiling so gracefully we thought it might have been at Trannyshack instead. We immediately bolted to the stage and joined the sloppy fun!

It was so great to see some horror drag for a change here in NY (not counting Sweetie of kers)..Anywaze PK tells me that chin-tastic Boy George is having some NYE party thats she's hostin' so you'll prolly see me there before Peaches. Aww it was good to see Tom again. I got some pierogis at Veselka and got the hell outta dodge. Or at least the Bowery.