If you want to hear what several Bud Lights and four-too-many vodka and cranberys do to me, head over to my latest co-hosting podcast on the Windy City Queercast.
I. Sound. Ridiculous. (Read as "Drunk")
We recorded this episode after I had listened to / judged 22 singers at the Windy City Gay Idol Semi-Finals, which is sponsored by Bud Light, so the beer was a-flowin'. Then, several vodkas were bought for me and that was all she wrote.
Listen to it. You can hear it in the podcast. I become Paula Abdul. The only difference is that I actually have talent.
I do, however, know all the words to "Cold Hearted Snake." Yes, even the queer-assed "Paula raps" section. Just sayin'...
This a picture of the 13 singers that made it into the Windy City Gay Idol Finals.
There isn't a picture of me from the way-too-much-alcohol evening.
Thank God.
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You are still drunk. There are 12 peeps in that pic.
Im pulling for the Indian fella in the bottom left, the guy next to him the hat, and the Will Smith look-a-like in the back row on the left.
Haven't heard any of 'em sing, but they're the cutest! :)
Or maybe I'm just thinking about them all together...after the show....
HUGS...
If you're like me, your country comes out after the second shot!
You know, you give Miss Paula crap about being no talent, but Stephen Rader, we're the same age and I KNOW you were working your 80's garb in bumblefuck Tennessee back in her heyday beebopping your heart out to "Straight up now tell me" So give Miss Paula a break. She's not untalented... she's just stupid sometimes.. but aren't we all :)
Take a take a nothah nothah look into his eyes and you will only see a reptile...
Yeah, I too know them.
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