Chi Chi Chicagoooo
Guess what!
I.
Was.
In.
The.
Same.
Room.
As.
TRENT!
Oh my GOD! It was incredible! Lizzard, Luke, Liz Kat, and myself went to Chi Town last weekend to see my future husband at the Congress Theatre. He was outstanding. And I know I’m totally biased, but this show was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can now die. And Trent totally looked at us too! (Even though we were in the balcony and he was likely blinded by the stage lighting and he was otherwise engrossed in being delicious and putting on the show of the century. He still looked. Rez and I are, after all, psychically connected that way.)
Anywho, we had great seats and opera glasses, so we could see El Rezzo’s exquisitely sculpted chest with astounding clarity after he stage dove and returned with his shirt ripped open. Thank you, God. He has never sounded better and absolutely rocked so hard that he essentially fucked the entire audience, who will joyously be unable to walk straight for weeks. Hooray!
After the show, we met up with Liz Kat’s kick ass friends and cruised over to an awesomely disco Euro Trash club called Sound Bar.
I’m way sorry we didn’t get a shot of the poor gay guy that ended up in the VIP bathroom with us as he showed us his penis. The poor bastard had to, like, tug on it to impress us. Then, he got all wasted and told me that I was the girl his parents wanted him to marry and I was like, Shut it! Life’s too short to please your parents all the time. Then I sent him off to buy a drink for some flamboyant hottie guy wearing sequins and it was all good.
Before some sight seeing and a trip to the Field Museum, we visited the Virgin Mary miracle salt stain thingy under a bridge, which actually more closely resembled a vulva than an actual woman, but hey, to each his own. Lizzard and I about got our asses beaten when we took some “serious” photos with it. Ahh. We are so going to Hell!
Lizzard, Luke and I partied in Bucktown the rest of the weekend with Luke’s buddies. We laid somewhat low due to our extreme hangovers, but we did play The Most Intense Game of Asshole Ever, much to the local folk singer’s dismay, but she was cool about it and incorporated our Asshole dialogue into her songs.
Sooo, the moral of the story is: Yay Chicago!
