OH MY GAWD!!!!!

Did you see DeShan’s black with pink polka dots corset?

She had a waist of about 10 inches, if that. I don’t think she could breath, eat or drink.

Black, shiney hair with ribbons at the base of dog-ear pony tails (a little like the ears on that Star Wars faux black guy, whoever he was) and she was just Barbidoll cute!

Trust me, folks. She looked incredibly good and overall unbelievable.

Meanwhile, accompanied by the golden boy of Raffine in his ever present ball cap (do you think he showers in a ball cap?), the privacy shattered Sharon looked as good as I’ve ever seen her in tall black boots and bright red lipstick. Yeeeoww!!!! She flatly told me she wouldn’t speak to me because she didn’t want to appear in this blog, so I promised she’d be quoted as saying just that. She squealed all the way to other friends where she ratted me out to them. Not to be outdone, The mighty Oz caught it all on film. Yeah! We will give her the fame she deserves. She’s too wonderful not to be famous.

The other half of the Oz’s film team is in Austria right now with his girlfriend, B, having a good time shutting down Slovenian loudmouths. He urges me to come to Europe with my “hero” act, but he knows good and well it’s still the era of the anti-hero over in Austria and that’s why he has the girlfriend there and I don’t.

Cat P made a rare and tragically hip appearance with her usual bitter and, therefore, hilarious humor. I wish she’d quit making nice with her mom and go ahead and marry me. Maybe I could get Charles to take my photo for free if I was his brother in law.

Saw Andy Artis there with his sponsoring/contributing artist wife. Andy was wearing a black “SECURITY” shirt like he knew what he was doing. He’s a pretty good guy, even if he is a fellow lawyer. We had a case together a while back and it was a real pleasure practicing law with him.

Larry P was there with his new tall blond and gorgeous girlfriend. He says she cooks for him, but being that good looking and cook, too? Hard to believe. If it’s true, he’s found himself a find and I wish him the best of luck.

My hero, Michael Hoffner, was there. I knew when I saw him that I was in the absolute hippest place to be in the whole town on this Friday night.

Little John was there in his kilt. ‘Nuff said?

Saw Kelly O and Randy, Keith and Marty B at Sushi Neko before the doings and again at the pulsating center of the crowd at the show.

Christian was behind the main bar. I think that had something to do with how long the drinks lines were. I think he’s great, but he MUST either smooze or be smoozed by every female in a crowd.

Saw a terrific blue ceramic belt buckle for $75, but I didn’t have the room in this month’s budget.

Nicole Moan was bursting out of her ceramic breastplate, not just literally, but she should have been figuratively busting buttons (or breastplates) with pride over her work being shown. Her models were out of this world lovely in these one-of-a-kind bustiers.

Let me just stop dropping names for a minute to say that it was an erotic show when combined with the crowd. Lots of really good looking people dressed up and having fun, mixed with girls in costumes and good food and drink. The hormones were flowing and you could smell, taste and feel it. Of course you could also feel the electronic drums pulsating in your sinuses and that was kind of a downside for me.

The event has become a popular one: there was a line two blocks long to get in before 8 p.m. when I drove up and I gave up on that (as my friend, SuzArt, said: “you’re too good looking to stand in a fucking line!” She’s droll, that one) and went for a short while to the Paseo to chill out while things cooled off at the Farmer’s Market. Saw a few early attendees for Galileo’s presentation of the Burchi Brothers, including Lee and a trio of women he also took to Girlie Show.

Catholic Kelly, looking great in a gold blouse, told me she’d be at the Girlie Show, but there were so many people there she could have been there and I wouldn’t have seen her. Nixon was at the door and I thought we’d put that president under ground several years ago.

I was with the lovely and pseudonymonous Erika West, who was stunning again in a brown skirt and black spaghetti strapped blouse. She kept me entertained for the entire evening. I was lucky to be able to spend some time with this energetic educator. Go see her blog, it’s linked at right: Karmic Ironies.

Th-Th-That’s All Folks!