Crazy Columbus Day Weekend

Starting from the rear (tee hee!), me and Skwurl went to Blowoff on Saturday night so Lady Gaga showed up briefly while Morel spun her song. She had round smoked Daddy-O sunglasses and a platinum wig on, and kind of resembled the arch enemy of Morticia Addams. The upset is notable in where she _did not_ show up, namely at Town. Clearly The Ga favors the Bears over the Twinks. Actually the cast of Glee showed up at Town that night, so the twinks had something to chew on as well. And I'm not that big of a Ga fan but it was a fun highlight to an already crazy night, and it's clear The Ga knows where her bread is buttered.

We got on the Bolt Bus the next day to head to New York City for the Monday night Kylie Minogue concert. Back when I reserved the concert ticket well in advance of the National Equality March date, I assumed the march would take place on a Saturday. Turns out it happened on a Sunday, the day I planned on travelling to NYC. Oh well, it sounds like y'all had a lovely day and the weather cooperated.

That night we made it to the home of Darth Jersey and Hoboken Hellboy at the Pavonia Death Star base of operations, and were offered a magical view of Manhattan:

A brief note to all you Kylie haters and music snobs: Neko Case has never performed with a Muppet, nor has she been on an episode of Dr. Who. So I will continue enjoying my sugary-sweet pop music written by Cathy Dennis as performed by Australians, and you may continue pooh-poohing what you consider to be lowbrow music, and listening to your sad "indie" music as you do so well. Keep hatin', music snobs.

While staging before the concert, my friends and I stopped at Bitter Burger for a bite to eat. As one would assume, what should we do when we're at the epicenter of gayness with hotties walking around nearby? We ignore them and go online of course:

Neither of them got laid, by the way.

The Concert was great, and it was clear she was there to perform a complete retrospective of her hits. In fact many of the numbers in the first part of the concert were unknown to me. I was stationed at a gulag in the Siberian steppe during the mid-90s, so that might explain my complete ignorance of many of her mid-career hits. To be honest I'm more of a fan of her hits after 2002 (Fever, Boombox, X), and she played those as well. Her dancers were hot and the stage setup was great.

At one point I stopped to chat with a certain hot 20something Manhattan wolf cub socialite, who wasn't even watching the concert. He mentioned that he had seen many of the stage effects or moves at the Madonna concert, and that Kylie had ripped off Black Box or something. I wouldn't call it ripping off, more of a nod to the original dance club hit and reinvention of one of her songs. Anyway, it was clear he was jaded and bored with it all, a sentiment I've witnessed before in a few New York City residents. I'd like to start a foundation to help these people enjoy life a little better. Maybe I'll call it The Jimbo Foundation for Jaded Manhattan Gays or something. I'll pay for their airfare and lodging in some barren town in South Dakota; Appleton, Wisconsin; or Missoula*, Montana for a year. As part of the foundation's internship, the jaded Manhattan gay will have to stay in the town or village for a year. For the duration of the internship, they cannot travel back home to Manhattan, and must experience what life must be like for a lonely gay in the village for a full year. After such an experience they might gain some perspective and appreciation for what they have in the big city, and be able to actually enjoy themselves when Kylie comes to town.

* I know of some Missoulans who would be delighted to receive hot wolf cub interns throughout the year. Curing the jadedness in them would be another issue...