Somebody sent me their tooth, which I now wear as an earring. It’s a molar, I think. I love it when people send me body parts. -Ke$ha
1. WTF Ke$ha?! Number one, I can’t believe you really said that. Secondly, I’m thrilled that Rolling Stone reported it… really. That’s news. Third, and perhaps most important of all, I saw Ke$ha at a nightclub in Chicago this past Friday night. She was taller than I expected, wearing insane extensions that made her hair look like a blondish version of the hybrid between dreads and an uncombed horsetail, wearing a dress made entirely of fishnet material, and making out with an old man. As Gary and I walked by her (and watched her grinding her pelvis against said old dude), we both just sorta muttered “poser, old dudes are my thing.”
2. Speaking of Chicago… did I mention yet that I had just about the best time ever? I’m not sure if we left any corner of that city untouched. Seriously, we did EVERYTHING, hard. We went bowling at Lucky Strike, stayed in a trendy hotel, took photos while buzzed in a photo booth, headed to Lincoln Park for a house party with Canadians, saw all the “sights”, had luxurious massages at the Trump Spa, went yachting along the Chicago River and Lake Michigan, took cool rainbow pictures at the Art Institute, got lost in a bad part of town, ate fancy Asian fare, hit just about every significant nightclub, and obviously took the entire gayborhood by storm. Chicago, we devoured you. And we loved it. And yes, that’s really me in the wild swirly photo you see above… that back bend turned out to be a bad move. I was sore for the rest of the day.
3. Nudity Played a Big Role. I’m not sure how it happens, but every single time Gary and I get together it’s a big all-out nudity fest. Why? Probably because he’s a gay man and I’m a straight girl and we’re both totally fascinated by each other’s bodies without having an real sexual attraction. It’s great. I have all the tits and ass he wants to imagine himself stuffing into a corset (well, not that much in the tits department but just enough to keep him happy), and he has the ability to show me exactly how that “helicopter” schlong move works. So, as you can imagine, sharing a hotel room with an entire wall covered in a reflective surface only encouraged our habit. I’m proud to report neither one of us is currently pregnant. Victory.
Some more pictures from our totally awesome weekend:
