Madonna is in town for two concerts this weekend and so is her legion of fans. They had packed every bar and club in town on Friday and brought the special touch of their manic bahavior. They are, of course, here to see the Head Goddess of their religion, so they must be excused of compulsive and convulsive actions; it is fun for everyone. This was a gaggle of power lesbians from Texas.and their boy toys. Inside, a brash group of Madonna twinks was seeing who could out-Vougue the other. I felt weak still from this cold and slipped out a side door before one more customer asked me WHY I wasn't going to the concert.

I sense a long battle with forces of evil at The House of Frankenstein coming. I spent most of June wandering it's rancid halls and feigning interest in the stories of low-level hacks while trying to get permits approved. I had to stand behind this ghoulish creature on Wednesday as she sought a permit of open a bar or a funeral parlor; I can't recall which. (I think the full horror can be had by clicking on it.)