I'm in a biggest loser contest with Donna, McKay, and Christine (you know, Stephen's wife). So far I really don't feel I'm losing in direct proportion to my suffering. Today I had a bagel all fuckit style. I am starting to hope that maybe I'm not fat because of my slothful lifestyle filled to the brim with beer and frozen pizza, but that I might have a thyroid problem. The fatty holy grail.

I went last weekend on the party bus to see the Village People and KC and the Sunshine band.



Amazingly I didn't meet a man. But more amazingly is that it wasn't half as gay as I expected. It could've been any band.

The show was at Biltmore and it was fun to picnic on the front lawn. Seeing a show at Biltmore is so pretty it really doesn't matter who's playing.



The Village People didn't show. But that's ok. I was too smashed to care at that point. We ended up bussing over to this bbq shack and bar where I had far too much fun + vodka. Had to scrape myself there in the morning b/c I left my debit card. The worst feeling in the world is getting in your car while your eyeballs are melting and your blood is made of mustard to go retrieve a debit card in the blazing sun.