Sorry we didn't post yesterday, but we were flying out to LA! As we type, we are sitting in a bathrobe on our amazing bed at the Viceroy in Santa Monica, looking out at the beach where we are about to go walking after our room service finally gets here. We love it here! But it's a bit lonely by ourselves. (Why do we always travel alone? We're not even trying to get our groove back!) We looked on Craigslist for company, but apparently they're only interested in one thing.
So last night we went to the Abbey, for the first time in our lives. If you haven't been, it's sort of like Bowery Bar. Crossed with Benihana. Frankly, it's sort of nice to go to a huge gay club that isn't in an abandoned warehouse, church or roller rink. Our feet didn't stick to the floor, the place didn't smell like an armpit, and it actually appeared as though women were welcome there (thanks for coming Bella Wilfer!). Also, we saw that lady from Bravo's "Work Out."
Tonight we're going to Palm Springs. We hear there are no gay people there except for pool boys and the ghost of Liberace. At last, some odds we can handle!