With The Hennies

On Saturday, El Bear Ho, Mary Messhausen and myself took part in a photo shoot for Canadian Vogue. We had our first splash at 4pm, to get in the mood for all the flashes. It was so much fun! We fell in love with the photographer Miguel and especially the very cute assistant, Housten (not sure if he told us his real name, though).

Anyways, after the shoot, we were in such a good mood that we headed to one of our favourite bars, The Henhouse. We arrived there at 8pm, the first patrons of the night. Getting the party started so early made us scream “Last Call” ever half an hour.

There are tons of pictures from the debaucherous night on facebook (not sure if you will be able to see them all). Here are just a few. I’m still hungover.

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Last Night

Did you just get here? No, I was here earlier for the circle jerk # I want to have ninner (night dinner). But you can only have that when you had drunch and dunch before. # New dance: rusty machinery getting oiled for the first time in 4 months # New drag name, not sure if it has found a person yet: Pearly Nipple, sister of Misty Discharge # German word that needs to find its way into English: Beipackzettel

When we finally arrive at the Henhouse, our new favourite lezzie neighborhood bar, I discover that the one Mariah CD is missing from their jukebox. The bartender is wearing a Bob Dylan T-shirt (Doh). So I ask Ms Tambourine Man why she took Mimi away. She says something bla bla bla. I tell her: Nobody cares when the tears of a clown fall down.

On the way home, asking the guy in the corner store if we could watch 10,000 BC on his monitors. He says: No.