Last night, to the opening of Mr Black LA, I wore a painfully fabulous, wooden geometric hat that was strapped to my head, and caused some rather painful bruises and swelling. It also almost put out a few eyes and punctured a testicle or two, but that’s for the next Daily Freak Show to show. The party was fabulous of course (ELIZA DUSHKU! ALEXIS ARQUETTE!), but I was in excruciating pain. The only way to get through it was to become a messy drunk. I’m not sure I’m sober now, in fact. So if the quality of my postings seems a bit off today, you can blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol. (Pic of me getting ready: Susan Gottlieb)