That Guy

What is my attraction to short guys about? The sheer cuteness? The promise of a pot of gold? Whatever the cause, the solution this past Saturday was stopping into Borderline Music on Broadway to catch the in-store appearance of American Idol’s own Blake Lewis. He was just as short and fuzzy as ever, much the delight of the teenaged girls and middle-aged weirdos in attendance. And, yes, for the record, I am a teenaged girl.

It was hoo-ray for sausages and beans at Scot’s “Slap My Ass and Call Me Sally” chili cookoff on Superb Owl (not a typo; I prefer it that way) Sunday. I arrived just in time to sample the prize-winning chili, voted on by the football watchers and awarded during half-time. I don’t know much about your sporting games and what-have-you, but I know good grub. This was that. Check out the sausage queen on page 16.

It had been too long since I had ventured to two of my favorite A-ville nightspots (so THAT’S where we got it from!!!) Sofo and @mosphere, so no surprise that each visit lasted about 2 hours and resulted in many good conversations. At Sofo, Cupcake and I rehashed old Charmers days. He was Cupcake, I was Eclair. At @mosphere, Alex and I waxed philosophical about quality of life, experience and that Mila bitch on Project Runway. Well-rounded we is.

Check out next week’s issue (Yes, it’ll be in color. GAWD!) for more Mardi Gras and V-day madness.

See you at Gays Got Talent at Spin on February 25!

kirk@windycitytimes.com