Okay, after having looked at my webpage a whole bunch of times since yesterday — and believe me, in the course of any given day, I look at it a lot, in one form or another — that picture I posted of Evan “Joe Millionaire” is starting to creep me out.
On Sunday, I met up with Lindsey and Lucy at Dupont Circle. I had ordered pretzels for Lindsey’s school fundraiser, and so I took delivery of them. (They’re excellent. Just ask my co-workers, with whom I shared them on Monday.) So the three of us talked for a bit at Cosí, then made the rounds of Dupont shopping: Kemp Mill, Lambda Rising, Second Story, and The Left Bank, one of my favorite little stores, which is unfortunately closing soon. All their non-photo items are half off, and I bought a couple of Tintin posters: “Tintin au Tibet” and “Les Cigares du pharaön.” Good times.
Out of here. Brr. It is cold. It’s just as well I’m leaving for L.A. today, to see Susan, Kesha, and the rest of my peeps. Martha Wainwright plays the Viper Room tomorrow night. Fabulous. Have a great weekend, folks.