1. some crazy [and slightly expensive] queer music/theatre thing with two lovely bands... my friend Crystal's dykie-bluegrass-awesomeness, grace darling and the lovely tranny i briefly dated [um... did i ever tell any of you that?] and his good friend's [amongst others] band, running on empty. at one point, there was suggestion of an open mic following the saturday show. wherein i would take over and wow them all with my new creepy songs about monogomous love's soul-crushing [negative connotations] power.

2. stay in. cos hell, i don't need to be surrounded by makeout potential when sole makeout partner is miles upon miles away as i'm dying for a refresher course on the art of puckerupage.

3. PANSY DIVISION! playing at the eagle. [WHA WHAT WHATT?] yes, the Minneapolis Eagle--the(e) leather bar. where my moustache, tattoos and cowboy hat are sure to get me plenty of free drinks complete with twists of orange and rophynol. where my whitetrash chic and my genepool's furry signature are mistaken for otter or cub -dom. [i don't know the difference.] BUT! i DO always feel like the youngest, smartest and cutest... especially since there is always someone fat&old doing meth or crack in the bathroom. [now, i DO know the difference there.]