Before I spend the next god-knows-how-many posts doing a post-mortem on the LA trip, I should mention that my dear friend Fizzie, partner-in crime, interviewee, and drinking buddy extraordinaire, has finally stopped resisting the call of The Bay and is out as of this weekend. I'm channelling my extreme sadness into a party Thursday night at Sapph. Come one, come all, drink with us!
(I suppose I should say where Sapph is and all that, but as much as I talk about it, if you don't know, I don't know what to tell you!)
