Last night was quite the event. Debauchery in a senior citizens' cruise ship kind of way. Can you make Ben gay with Bengay? He's on fire!
We headed down to Webster Hall for a private show with one lovely Canadian, Mr. Michael Buble. That's right! My precious peanut from the North (Let's call him Bubbles) was in town to promote his new album which incidentally comes out today. Go get your copies! So what was the crowd like, you ask? More canasta players than you can imagine. This show was basically a NSYNC concert for 65 year old dames. When Bubbles hit the stage, all the Golden Girls screamed at the top of their lungs, whooping and hollering to their heart's content! The scent of adult Depends, Sensodyne, and decaying flesh filled the air which combined, smells much like peppermint and bed pans, apparently. As we drank more and more and gawked at the crowd from the VIP (thanks Lisa!), I initiated some lewd comments after being inspired by Ms. Mjeema's frantic hand waving. Suddenly, I belted "Take off your pants" followed with a classy "Pull out your balls". That's right...we're keeping it real.
After the show, we sauntered down to Patsy's for a carbfest before I rolled home and passed out face down. Loves it.
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