sure the new CD is as boring as a drag queen without her cocaine, but Miss Thing puts on one helluva show; so the BF and i are off to NJ in January to see my puppy's namesake. i honestly wouldn't have even known about it, had Justin not e-mailed me. i'm glad to see he's risen above last friday's post-dinner Monopoly fiasco* and let me know. if we hit it off with his friend Brenda/Brendan this sunday we may meet up there.the tickets are mad cheap, so if you can make it (and don't mind schlepping out to the godforsaken garden state) i suggest you get get tickets.
Check out the details here.
*John and i tortured him mercilessly by refusing to trade property for cash and prizes, thus depriving him of the ability to build houses and hotels (which would've made him infinitely richer at our expense) purely for the enjoyment of watching him get mad/pissy. the nail in the coffin was when i turned to john and asked, with the straightest face i could muster (which was pretty damn hard considering the bottle and a half of wine we had consumed) i asked John if he'd be willing to trade my Ventor Avenue for his Atlantic Avenue. Hilarity ensued (enlarge the pic if you have no idea why John and I laughed for 20 minutes while Justin sulked).
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