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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Guest Blogger
In my mind, I'm already on vacation. So I've enlisted my usual guest blogger:
Tales of the Gay Man Who is More Beautiful Than You Picture it: I'm sitting in my favorite gay restaurant with a couple of my friends--you know the restaurant I mean? The one that's too cool to have an actual name? It just has a picture of a martini on the sign out front? Anyway, we're eating dinner (Well, not so much eating as cutting up our food to make it look like we're eating) and just chatting about our fabulous lives. And I start telling about my weekend: "Honestly," I said, "Brit has been such a drag since she's been preggers! I mean, that girl used to drink, but these days she just whines about wanting crackers. I told her, 'Honey, too many more of those and Kevin's going to start stepping out with Lindsay,' and then she was all, 'Oh no, that bitch better not...' "Anyway, so after I said goodbye to Brit I ran down to Christina's place. We did a couple of quick lines, and then she's all like, 'I can smell Britney on you! Where were you!' I swear... coke makes her so paranoid! I was all like, 'Honey, I'm out of here..." Well, at that point in my story this overweight queen at the next table just starts applauding and saying "Bravo, oh... Bravo." At first I was all flattered, because my life is pretty fab. But a couple of hours later I started thinking that maybe that queen was making fun of me. Anyway, I think he was just jealous. |
