Happy New Year to all my beloved followers. I have made blogging one of my New Year's resolutions, and since my resolutions have statistically lasted less then a week, you have probably 4 blog entries to look forward to. I hope this New Year finds all 4 of my supporters in good health and merriment. I personally am glad to see 2009 go out quickly, and look forward to a gay 2010. Yes Gay! For anyone who flipped through the channels at midnight know what I am talking about, it was impossible to miss it; Anderson Cooper trading barbs with Kathy Griffin, Lance Bass frolicing among the crowds, Drag Queen races in New Orleans, Ryan Seacrest's perfect highlights, and Susie Orman giving financial advice to Dick Clark (Who sorry to say may not be in need of it, can anyone say estate planning). So when the New Year is rang in by gaggles of gays, you might as well just break out the new pumps, polish the tiara and start subscribing to the Advocate; It's going to be a gay old time.
2009 was a pretty defeating year, with the loss of Detroit's own Mo-Ross, Mr. Joe, My cousin Marianne, The Long Island institution Marie Bamberger, Mr. Cahillane and my longtime companion Taj ( who now has an imported mammoth urn from Maine, which has room for Sparky and Jimmy if the time comes.) On Dec 30th, the announcement that Finian's Rainbow will be closing was the final blow. Broadway without Cheyenne Jackson is like a day without Vicodin. So goodbye 2009, I fart in your general direction!
2010 started out great, with our small soiree in Greenlawn. A last minute bash that brought out the who's who of trailer trash. Cha Cha LaBucca and his chauffer Brian were the first to arrive. Without any Captain Morgan for Cha Cha, it became necessary for him to break into his car's emergency kit (I know most people have jumper cables, flares and a lug wrench, but Cha Cha needed to throw those things out to make room for the Captain Morgan, dance shoes and a boa; He swears they were upgrades on the BMW). Mustang Sally, Artsy Fartsy and special guest Hank the Polish Lesbian arrived straight from dinner, which didn't stop Artsy Fartsy from making a bee-line to the buffet. Seriously, a "Hello" first would have been nice, instead of "I need something sweet". Bill and Insatiable were in next, and they brought luggage (I should have got the hint). We toasted each other and then proceded to get toasted (Okay more like a burnt toast). The Greek Geek and Silver J showed up a tad late, the geek had to close his restaurant, but they showed up with weiners and sausage (Seriously, they did at Cha Cha's request. I think they misunderstood the inuendo, but never the less that's what they brought; Helen seemed sadly disappointed with her "where's the sushi?" grimace.) Well it was then off to the shot races, Bucca Bucca Bucca! While we did shots from very large pony glasses, Hank sucked straight from her Mist bottle, and Mustang Sally looked a tad queazy from watching Artsy Fartsy go up for 5ths at the buffet. We then broke out the Outburst, discussed Glee among ourselves, and continued with the shots. Greek Geek undid a button for every shot he did, while Cha Cha went right to displaying his latest statement in bikini fashion. Brian, the chauffer, by now was passed out in the guest room, while we tapped the last of the 3 bucca bottles (Yes we did, but to be fair the other 2 weren't exactly full). We checked in with Tom , of the Detroit Sciclunas, and Cashew Paul who were ringing in the New Year in the Castro district of San Francisco and Filbur in Florida, who was hunting for more Grappa. It all began to blur after that, going directly to static till Noon on the first when we awoke to our guests passed out among the house, even poor Sparky got bounced from his dog bed. I guess a good time was had by all, since 2 of the guests were seen praying to the porcelain gods. Oh well win some, lose some!
Last night we recovered enough so James and I could attend Bye Bye Birdie, starring Mr John Stamos. With a resume of Full House and General Hospital, it's mind boggling that the show would be closing tonight. Mr. Riepe, who was cast as Photographer #1 in the St. Pius production, thoroughly enjoyed the show, though he felt they could of cast a more bitter actor in the role of Mr. McAfee. It was then off to dinner at Chez Josephine's on 42nd but sadly they were closed. So we just hopped over to Metro Marche to find that they are permenantly closed. We had to settle for a pretzel and water while we caught our train back to Long Island.
So after starting the year with a bang, we will continue to delight you with the Adventures in Taffeta: 2010 Edition . And be sure to stop by Sugars, 558 Smithtown Bypass, Smithtown (right next door to Dunkin Donuts) for Arrogant and Sarcastic Mondays, starring none other then me behind the bar! So if you haven't felt abused enough, come down and get a good beating. TaTa for now.
Mr Cheyenne Jackson
