Imaginary Bitches

You know those times in life when everything goes wrong and yet somehow turns out better than right? That, in a tasty synopsis-y package, is the tale of how I came to meet RuPaul on Thursday. It all began when The Vaudevillians had only a short stint in New York. Since we were already going…

These snowstorms, for serious. Last Sunday night, we had a reservation for a night in New York. I was gonna sip local cider, cover myself in the crumbles of the world’s greatest (and a very large) gingersnap cookie, see the lights and windows, and, generally, just soak up New York Christmas. On Monday night, we…

My nephew’s 8th grade graduation was last night. He went to a Catholic school, so it was in a Catholic church. And mass happened first… which no one warned us about. Though Shawna always enjoys the cardio workout – and comic relief – of a Catholic service. Up, down, up, down… chant, chant, chant. Anyway,…