They Put the Duct Tape Where? I love weekends like this.... There is nothing better.

New friends, old friends, remeeting old friends, fun, alcohol, and memories.

Yeah, that about covers it.

On Saturday, we went to S4. Namely we went to The Rose Room. We saw some fabulous drag queens, my new gay husband and I got smashing drunk and sang some smashingly fabulous songs, toasted to everything we could think of, got some assholes kicked out (they knocked over three of our drinks- Can we say party foul?!?), and all in all, had a blast.

But I have to ask.... What is the phenomenon with a select group of gay men and boobs? They don't care who they are attached to, as long as they can grab them. If straight men could get away with that at bars, I cannot even imagine what would happen. Hell would freeze over, that is for sure. Another odd phenomenon: I would kill any straight man who decided he was going to grab my boobs at a bar without at least buying me a drink... Whatever, the rules are different in the gayberhood.

Sidebar: I wish I was as hot as some of the queens.

Sunday was devoted to catching up on my beauty sleep, checking out the new secrets, exfoliating, and my night of television (Extreme Makeover:home edition, Desperate Housewives, and Gray's Anatomy).

Good Times.  ¶ 8:31 PM