Let’s see: Friday night, I DID meet the Sultan of Stizz – Detroit’s own Uncle Grambo. BEST EVS. Bovs on your effing tees, yo. Clearly, the coolest guy in the world. The Steve McQueen of blogging. SHMOBVS. I have this annoying tendency to bounce up and down like a retarded schoolgirl when I meet cute boys – SO DURST! Couldn’t be helped, though – he’s JUST SO DAMN SEXY. This was at 4100, a hipster haunt in Silver Lake. I had half a drink and half a bump, then left to go trannie-chaser-chasing at Miss Kitty’s.
What else? I saw drag chanteuse Micah McCain aka Bridgette of Madison County (left) in her one-woman show at the Globe Theater. And while she wasn’t reinventing the wheel (Liza Minnelli torch songs?), her awkward, earnest style of drag is refreshing and rather sweet. Think Varla Jean Merman’s country cousin or Lahoma’s corpulent little sister.
Anything else? Hmmmm. I read Paris Hilton’s CONFESSIONS OF AN HEIRESS, then quickly chased it with Gore Vidal’s memoirs PALIMPSEST to wipe the dirtiness from my soul. You’d think the two books couldn’t be more different, right? Not so. Seems they both had a really hard time getting over Nick Carter. Go figure.
