Old habits

Yesterday was the Castro Street Fair, marking the end of the summer fun festivities. Most of my friends were in Napa for a wedding, but I had the chance to enjoy the fair with Puppy, Periwinkle and some of their friends.

It's sort of the same thing every year. You make your way up and down the street, get progressively drunker, pause to eat chicken on a stick and patronize a few bars. For me, I tend to stay right in front of the Bar on Castro and greet my fans as they pass by. This year, however, we spent a lot of time inside the bar, which is weird only because it was such a nice day and a great opportunity to be out and about. Nonetheless, we hung out in the dark cave that is the bar and downed some shots and drinks, courtesy of Beetle. Puppy was especially pleased with his cosmo served in a gigantic plastic pink flamingo yard glass!

Jungle Red

Since Selives is in town for a wedding, he suggested that we go see the play Jungle Red, a "musical parody" of the movie The Women. So GarGar, Roommates A&J and I met up for a little Cuban dinner and headed to the theatre.

Essentially, the play was 40 minutes too long and as Selives put it, "We spent two and a half hours watching grown men in dresses with smudged lipstick prance around on stage." It totally exceeded my expectations.

Friday night frights

It's been a long time since I've spent a Friday night going crazy in the Castro, so it's no surprise that I woke up this morning with a banging headache. It all started out innocently enough with a nice dinner to celebrate Chocolate Thunder's birthday. But then we made our way to the bar, where Roommates A&J, Blanca, Lezzies N&P and GarGar were getting their drink on. So, of course one drink turned into many and one bar turned into several. Some of my fuzzy memories include:

* Yelling "Sarah Palin!" at the straight, hot, Republican barback, in the hopes of getting him excited.
* Roommate J taking my straw and poking it into a stripper's bum, only to have the bartender roll his eyes and give me a new one.
* Using Lezzie P's crutches to flag down a cab.
* Visiting Beetle at least three times during the night.
* Making obvious song requests from the DJ.
* Waking up on the couch at 4am with an empty Lean Cuisine tin by my head and the television on.

Are are are are you, are you patient, understanding?

I don't really understand why Roommate J and Blanca were surprised when I convinced the DJ at the bar to play "Damaged" since it's such a great song and since I'm so convincing and charming!

Breeding

My life has become overrun by babies! I received news that both Jillian and Wang gave birth to their little sons this past week and I'm thrilled for them both.

But recently, babies have become the focal point of all my discussions! From the little Swerve-lings at Franny's wedding celebration to Reebs pressuring me to produce offspring for her daughter to play with to an interesting discussion with Puppy the other night about infertile friends and siblings, it seems like the whole world is obsessed with baby-making!

Celeb sighting: Blind

Last night at Booty Call Wednesdays, after Juanita MORE warmed up the crowd, Kim Ann Foxman of Hercules and Love Affair took the reins and spun some fun dancey tunes. Coincidentally, I downloaded their most recent album just last week and have been listening to the song "Blind" over and over again.

I read that Hercules and Love Affair are performing at some sort of benefit event this weekend, so that explains why the band's members are in town. It was a pretty early night for this panda though. I can't hang on the weeknights like I used to!

Liar liar

Today I was in the elevator with a complete stranger, a petite black lady all dressed in athletic gear (we were at the gym). Without warning, she spun toward me and asked, "Do I look fat?!" and laughed crazily.

"Of course not!" I replied, laughing nervously.

And as the door opened, she responded, "Well, maybe chubby, but I'm not fat! Someone told me I was fat so I had to ask someone who doesn't know me."

The truth is, I sort of did think she was fat. In fact, when we were waiting for the elevator to arrive, I wondered if she might be pregnant. I'm not sure why I felt the need to lie to her, but I did. I simply couldn't bring myself to let her know that, in truth, I did think she was a teensy bit on the plump side.