2004-02-29

So, tonight I was made an honorary lesbian. I rock!

It was only my second visit to the house of comfortable shoes, and I must say, I made a grand entrance. I was invited to return to the Lesbian Loft for Oscar night, and I showed up with themed Jell-O shots and looking great. I was wearing my trusty (not krusty, thanks to Carmen) Diesel Jeans with a John Varvados tuxedo shirt and some Adam Derrick pointy toe boots. I looked like a cowboy that had been made over by the Fab 5 and everyone wanted to be my friend tonight.

Grape and Sour Apple Pucker mixed with gelatin and formed in Oscar molds will make you the coolest person in a loft full of Lesbians. Of course, so will couture by John Varvados.

And so I was popular and friendly, and alternated between witty and cruelty until the Oscars were over and I found a cab to take me home.

Even though I had a lovely night, filled with excess and fun, I still hate the Oscars. Rene Z. really annoys the hell out of me. The fact that LOTR swept was a travesty. I swearl, the only ring in that family is the one around the tub when Peter Jackson finally gets around to bathing.

Yes, I�m bitter. But I�m also an honorary lesbian. So that evens things out a bit.

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