You may or may not recall my proposal to turn the “I, Claudius” Drinking Game into a public debacle. I've spent the last couple of weeks polling friends (ouch!) with the idea and it has met with sufficient enthusiasm. So I decided to continue the process.

Last night at the Sham I cornered Morgan with the hopes he would make his upstairs bar ( Read more... )

Email from the sexy booking agent from Shim Sham Club, for whom I maintain their website:

Hi. Can you please add ALL AGES to the Avail show on the 22nd so I don't get any more "threatening" emails! :-)

Thanks, Debcan uplease [sic] make the casualties/avail show allages [sic]? or if ucant [sic], can istill [sic] go if ihave [sic] someone over 18 ( Read more... )

I was out cavorting with Jonno last night, and we got to discussing a little scheme that made us jump with little hops of joy. I hereby poll my underground community with this proposition, to gauge if there's enough interest to undergo this delightful project:

I would like to host a weekly fête called "NOT MY HEAD!" - an I, Claudius party, ( Read more... )

The last few weeks have been a gas, gas, gas. Xmas in Cali, where, I believe I forgot to mention, auntie's xmas eve caterer turned up with an appropriate west-coast bandaged xmas nosejob - thanks, Santa! Just what I wanted! Home again for a rockin' pre-NYE work week. Luscious houseguests to whom I gave most of my free time, energy, and body parts. ( Read more... )

Last night was booze-soaked. Who knew!?Began early at the faux-wood-paneled, white trash Rendez-Vous Tavern for the annual Magazine Street merchants' assoc. xmas fête. As this is my neighborhood, I know all the business owners and employees, so it's nice to go hang out (and drink) with them on this jolly night. Catering is nice too. Mmm! Cookies! ( Read more... )

But I can try.

What I wanted to do last night:

1. Go to Shim Sham to catch a performance of Grenadine McGunkle's Double-Wide Christmas with some friends. 8:30p
2. Get completely across town to Rock And Bowl for the premiere showing of "Attack of the Cock Faced Killer," the movie which features housemate Nalcée and Tempo fucking in a barn and being ( Read more... )

I'm having one. For a few friends. Château Bimbeaux is gorgeous. Downstairs is clean and regal and candlelit strategically. The house smells like Nag Champa incense and Melusine's mulled wine which has been … mulling, I guess is the term … for over two hours. The guests should be arriving any moment. Perhaps I should turn on the oven to start ( Read more... )

Whoops.

I accidentally lost my favorite client's web site. My bad?

Well, I didn't lose it, per se. The domain expired. I've been crashed out hard-core today after working/partying for three nights while sick. And when I'm asleep, I don't hear phones. Just woke up to frantic messages from Shim Sham people: "Umm, hull-ooooohhh!? Where is our wehhhb ( Read more... )

My little itty bitty cousin Eric and his gorgeous girlfriend Nicole are staying with me at Château Bimbeaux for the week, and considering they flew in from California, I gotta give 'em props for their seamless adjustment to New Orleans' lifestyle. Californians, as a species, can't stay out all night and poison their bodies as a sacrifice to the pub ( Read more... )

Broken. Cassé. Roto. Been playing too hard. Well, I don't know if "too" is the proper word, but…

"Typical" night: Bike down to Shim Sham around 10ish for the Betsy Johnson Fashion Show. Most of my favorite strippers who come to see me at work are modeling to 40's big band music. I delight in the fantastic clothes on these gorgeous women, powdered ( Read more... )