I am sad to report that as much as I love TQ, we have not gotten to kick it so much on the social tip this go around. She is mad busy working and I am busy being mad about not working. So when Zack Glass (the son of my ersatz fairy-godmother, JoAnne Akabooboo) informed me via JUNK MAIL e-mail he was gigging at the TRASH BAR with a band called the ROYAL SEMI QUARTET my ears pricked up (as opposed to pricking up your ears, the gay allusions of which I hope are not lost ;). These portentous signs enhanced by promises of PBR drink specials and my Auntie’s namesake pub as photo-op backdrop drew us like moths to cashmere or, in this case, yuppies to Billyburg. Best of all I was going to clock in some QT with the TQ.
AKA that spacesuit show Tarbot’s been working on You will dig this show I just saw if you, like me, have cremative diffuifulties, like with writing n’ schtuff… Or like you can’t like articulate yourself good enough to get a job… Or you can’t break it off with that not-so-special someone… Or you are being … Continue reading
To say that CHAUTAUQUA! Is thought-provoking is to say that Lauren Caitlin Upton is stupid. (I heard that she is doing porn now which I find heartwarming in an odd Americun-type-o’way.) No seriously, folks… This show is dope! I took my Dad (yes the Vanilla is no longer in Manila) and he loved it for … Continue reading