Bad Apologies

“Come to Philadelphia!”

Yes, Philly is indeed a gay ole town. Of late, I had dismissed it as a blue-collar, industrial throwback. But Lossome has recently relocated, looking for a change, and it was time to pay her a visit. What a wonderful neighborhood she lives in! We spent the entire weekend on foot, making it to South Street twice, the Italian market, TWO diners for breakfast, a swanky new restaurant on Pine (my favorite street), and the nearby gayborhood for a lounge with $3 martinis and then later a bar/danceclub that kept us dancing late. Of course, the girls made way more friends than I, but it goes with the territory.

Also way gay, and previously undiscovered, is Ms. Write Again Soon. It seemed at first that she was hedging on meeting us out in our lovely city to the north, but she then did indeed show up – and then proceeded to turn it out on the dancefloor, sober, for hours. Yes, it seems that Ms. WAS will soon be inducted in to the partygirl hall-of-fame, and friend of the gays, just as soon as our censors can confirm that it was not an aberration. At this point, we’re having trouble figuring out what she wouldn’t be game for.