Although the A/C is fixed, this is what FernanDcute looked and felt like the other night.

As soon as Leopoldo arrived we took off on a club spree. First to Score to meet up with Thomas Barker and Carl of The Wire. At one point the new, straight (?) bartender delivered a quote from Auntie Mame; I shot back, "Auntie Mame says an olive takes up so much space in such a small glass" as he handed a martini to documentary maker and long-time South Beach resident, Andrew delle Plaine, and HE began the avalanche as everyone jumped in. When I told Andrew of our Mame party last Sunday, thoroughly drunk and animated, he shouted, "You and I will start a yearly Auntie Mame convention in South Beach!"

From there we hopped down to The Palace. At the end of one number, a fragile Geraldine finished her act and asked at this point what she looked like and one bitch yelled out, "A bunch of Kleenex." I ordered her immediate execution until I realized it was Tiffany in his other side as Henry. You don't eliminate talent like that.

Juicy had just finished a great bingo night where all the prizes were bags of sex toys; many were traded like playing cards or used immediately. Then the two of us flew off to Pasha for dinner before joining more of the gang at Halo.

Riley was going on and on about how there had been a handsome guy who--although not a midget-- was delightfully small enough for Riley to "tower over". So Leopoldo squatted down in back of him, but only seemed to get eyeball to eyeball.

Carlos, however, found a way to make Riley tower over him and Riley was very happy, indeed.

We live for silliness.