I went to a bar this weekend and there was a drag show going on. All the drag queens were like nine feet tall and wrapped in leather. Sort of like a cross between an egyptian god and one of the cenobites from Hellraiser. 80's pop songs now make nauseous and aroused all at the same time; and I've got this fear of waking up with a blonde wig on my floor and someone singing a Debbie Gibson song in my shower. Anyway, the SG show is in Philly this week, that should straiten me out.
