Sandra We Love You!

Last night, I was one of the fortunate few females who got to see Sandra Bernhard perform at the Town Hall in N.Y.C.



Need I say the audience was packed with 40ty to 50ty something gay men in dashing garbs?

A one night only affair folks and girl, she can rock and groove. My favorite piece when when she made fun of the cup cake craze in NYC and I assume in other USA city's. Unable, to buy over fifty cup cakes from a disgruntled Magnolia Bakery chef with a tear drop tattoo in her eye crease wearing a dirty bandana on her head, she gave her the good ol' fuck you. She marched on over to D'Agostino's and bought a Duncan Hines cake mix, whipped it together with organic eggs and pleased a roomful of tweens. Yep, that's how it used to be before you bought a mini cupcake for 4-5 dollars and it was still fluffy.

Geez, you should have been there. We love you, Sandra.

By they way, to my friends Gome and others...I'm working my ass over here just like Sandra. I would love to spend a peaceful week sitting at the computer and writing my stories, but I can't do it! And if that upsets you, imagine how much it upsets me. I get a lot of pleasure from this.

I'm not super woman, after all. My dishes didn't get washed until the end of the week and I betta' get it together because come August, I have a roommate coming, who G-O-D willing will pay more than half the rent. Sure, I don't have kids, like this super duper photographer or the other...but, you got to draw the line on sanity somewhere, right?

Even with six interns and dear friends at my side...it ain't easy. Gome, I bought into your guilt. And from the get go, I have never forgot about you once about finishing my Rockaway Park Christmas story.

I haven't forgotten any of you...You all make me feel so good! So, right!