The first weekend of the summer...
Summer is officially here. I spent last night hosting a large dinner party at Gozar as the commencement to this weekend's adventure. Before dinner I had a pre-dinner cocktail at Fiesta Cantina. After dinner, I made the obligatory rounds at The Abbey, before heading off to Girlbar at Ultrasuede. DJ Heather V had all the girls and their fairyboys grooving at Girlbar. When not dancing I hung out with her girlfriend Kate, my WeHo wife Patty and my friend Graig. We kept on crossing past the forbidden hallway and made our way to Rick K's Popstarz at The Factory. My bartender, Gregg made some very stiff drinks for us, which got us into the mood to dance our asses off. I think I lost five pounds while dancing with Graig, Freddy, Johnny, Antonio, Patty, Mike, Mark, Brad, Cory, Eds and Brian. Later, after leaving my friend Graig dancing with some random guy, we went back to Fiesta Cantina where we made the rounds of the Slutty Summer premiere party. We lasted until last call and then made our way over to Micky's for afterhours debauchery. I''m glad that I went to Micky's, because I was able to wish my favorite dancer, Matthew, a very happy birthday, in person. We finally stumbled back to the hotel at around 3:00 AM.
Unfortunately, I had an appointment with my friend Damone Roberts, the "Eyebrow King" in Beverly Hills at 9:00 AM. I've only had a few hours of sleep by this time, so it's a good thing that eveytime he sculpts my brows, I look a decade younger.
I came back to the hotel, took a nap and lounged by the pool while reading the lastest issue of Odyssey Magazine, which is now on glossy paper. I guess they're now going upscale!. It looks like CandyAss, the creative director of the magazine, is mad at me. At least that is the impression that I get, based on the coverage, or should we say lack of coverage, in the current issue. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he was at Fiesta Cantina, mouthing off about me, last week and my friend Matthew Fashion did not like what he was saying, so he threw a drink in his face. Or... maybe it has something to do with the fact that a few days later, the catfight resumed. Apparently a shoving match ensued between Candy and MattFash and the end result is that Candy was escorted off the premises, permanently, by the extremely effective Fiesta Cantina security personnel. I better get going cause I have to get ready for the Trevor Project Pool Party in BelAir.
Blind Item: This just in.... A young west hollywood socialite-in-training (SIT) stayed at Fiesta Cantina, way after I left the premises, and ended up at a private after party at The Chamberlain West Hollywood. The kid was so horny all night long, that I almost expected him to back into a lamp post and use it like a scratching post for his ass. Anyway.... it turns out that someone followed him into the bathroom of that certain hotel room. The intruder was also apparently very horny, because he proceeded to force himself onto said SIT, breaking the toilet in the process. The toilet water began to get all over the floor. No problem there, resourceful fags that they are, because they ended up getting freaky in the bathtub. I just want to know how much fun the rest of the the party was having, since no-one else seemed to notice the fracas in the powder room! Hmm... Just how much pressure does it take to break a solid porcelain fixture?
I'll post more information and pictures later. Ciao for now...