It is Sunday noon and I am still recovering from Friday-Saturday. I had to dance at Cabaret again, and there was stupid drama there. Then Lito and I go to the Prophouse to hear the House music we love to hear. The security guard and a New Yorker were really feeling Lito, so I took it upon myself to give them his number and make them call him. "He sort of has a boyfriend, but then they're going to cheat on each other anyway so you should call him!" I say.

In the meantime I am getting desperate texts from a lovesick boy, and my kindness is being taken as reciprocity. So I try the mean approach and that still doesn't work. Me and Lits end the night at a loft party, and by then my vision is doubled and I am loving everyone. Everyone at the party is e'd or ski-ed up, and the conversations started to get long and non-sensical. Lovesick boy starts following me around, so I tell him things I don't mean. Then me and Lits go and get a stripper friend of ours to join in on the festivities. But by the time we get him he is drunk and mean and hella jealous. Now normally I enjoy seeing people get worked up, because I find it very cute and adorable. But when I see he is getting ready to beat on my very rolling and very touchy feely Filipino friend, me and Lito whisk him away paramedic-style.

Then Sunday more beat up stuff... I hope my car is not dented. Must watch what is being said to drunk steroid kings.

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:: posted jan 30 by czarina mirani in blog

Me and Lito eat dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and he sees that I'm a little down. And since my brother knows me and what can cheer me up, he takes me to Hydrate for stripper night. Nothing like watching beautiful men get objectified to put the smile back on my face. We go to Hydrate and I have to grin and bear the ass-sex circuit music the "dj" is playing..."Where are the naked men??!!" I say impatiently. Magically they appear onstage and I'm like "yeah!" I feel like a dirty old man and I like it!

Lito says it's ironic that even at a gay bar I have access to ass and this is true. Two of the strippers introduce themselves and fight to take me home. One is this fine ass Puerto Rican/Italian piece of meat, and the other is a cute piece of Romanian. "Make them work for it, baby," Lito says and I give him a look that says "Don't I always??" And since hit it and quit it is obviously on their agenda, I pretend that they may get some.

Later as Lito and I leave the club, I thank him profusely for reminding me that a queen is a queen.

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:: posted jan 27 by czarina mirani in blog

I don't know what it is about Mondays, but I always end up doing very bad things. Like last Monday. I swore I would not go out, especially having the long day that I did. But we went to Boom Boom Room, did this and that, and then I ended up doing THIS AND THAT.

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:: posted jan 25 by czarina mirani in blog

Saturday night me, Lito and Lugo Rosado (awesome old school house dj) began the night at the Generator. Then we go to the much anticipated party at the Kinzie Suites, Dajae singing a live house set that blew everyone away. Everyone kept bugging me to have an afterhours but I said no. Then I had an accidental afterhours. Cheesecake Factory employees in the house...

Sunday night I pay a visit to Tony Washington's show on WHPK (Univ. of Chicago). Him and Snooze do Sunday nights from 10pm-12am and it's a good, quality House show. I spoke with Tony on air about the magazine and House music in Chicago. David Sabat was there wearing these super tight grey booty sweat pants and I am like "woah". He specifically asked me not to write that in my blog so I did. Then afterwards these 2 young boys had the next show, which was a very scary form of metal that had my hair standing up in 666 patterns. I think their names were Metal Scott and Metal Tom and they made lots of little yips and yelps. They must be in a lot of emotional pain. I feel for them.

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:: posted jan 24 by czarina mirani in blog