Those of you not addicted to the Wai Wai section of Mainichi Daily News (abode of absurd alliteration) might have missed the fact that, despite some questionable accounting skills, the infamous PinkLady may be poised for a comeback. Let’s just hope they don’t dig up Jeff in the process. May the lord have mercy on our souls.
On the Japanese tip, some of these items would make lovely birthday gifts. Hint. [Thanks, Su.]
After a prolonged absence, the boyfriend has blogged.
I found myself in a curiously Carrie Bradshaw moment last night. Weary of beer, too sweaty and dirty for dirty martinis, and not up for the wallop of Pernod on the rocks, I knew only what I didn’t want to drink. I fell back on my now-standard bourbon and soda, but aren’t there more congenial summer cocktails to be had? Nothing with an umbrella, nothing involving amaretto or–heaven forbid–blue curaçao, just a simple, refreshing way to get my goddamn drink on.
With slightly less than two weeks of performances left for Sordid Lives, we’ve almost completely sold out the run. Woo-hoo. If you wanna take a gander, though, there are still a few tickets available for closing night…
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