It's the freakin weekend

Ahh finally my lovelies, the long awaited Friday has arrived. Hasn't this week felt like a menace to society? My weave is totally flustered.

Tuesday evening, I met Ms. Jackie, Ms. Rebecca, and Mr. Isaac at Lovely Day in Nolita for some tasty dinner. Although the majority of the waitstaff there resembles a giant bitchy cunt, the food was still tasty and we managed to toss back two bottles of Petit Chablis before moseying along to the Bowery Ballroom to see Mr. Gavin DeGraw. Don't call it a comeback! The new songs were fine...but the old songs were panty creaming. Chariot! There was definitely a strong Long Island / New Jersey contingency but nothing will come close to these two middle aged dames with the fiercest Jersey weaves you have EVER seen. Imagine some old bitches on QVC in the early 80's...mmhmm that's right. We nicknamed them "Tenafly...because girl, when you so fly, you tenafly! After the show, we lounged around and chatted with Mr. Landon Pigg. He was a nice chappy, if not a bit odd. Check him out: www.landonpigg.com .

Wednesday, a gaggle of us headed to the Gershwin Theatre to see Wicked. People raved and raved about the show, shoving dildos up their ass and screaming from rooftops of how marvelous a show this is..Well, it was mediocre at best. I saw a lot of potential in the story line and solid performances by the actors, but for some reason, it fell flat. There is a serious lesbian undertone which made things a bit more pleasant. No need to go to Oz...just pop down to Home Depot on 23rd Street and build me a house! Or unclog my pipes! Or unclog your own damn pipes!

The main event Wednesday evening was of course the finale of Project Runway. FIERCE! Did you all see it? My heart was filled with glitter and good weave glue when I saw that my little peanut Ms. Christian took home the top prize. His collection was innovative, dramatic, and beautifully crafted couture that would make any tranny happy.

I hate to admit this but I also admired Jillian's work, even though she is annoying and heinous. Her collection was simply well done ready-to-wear garments, however, I think she took her experience from Ralph Lauren and just gay jazzercised the shit up.

Rami's collection was disgusting. As disgusting as a ripe vajayjay in your face on a muggy summer night. Makes me want to cry! The color palette was atrocious, the design was amateur, and seriously girlfriend, enough draping already! His clothes look like such petty knockoff you'd find in a cardboard being sold in downtown LA. Unoriginal and not cute!