Best day ever. Best day ever. Well not best day but really good. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Going from a gay bar (gay bar, gay bar) to nighttime gay activites to haning out with gays to a gay men's chrus concert tot he gay afterparty is allegorically like taking fingers up your A for the first time. White Party, here I come. (For those of you who know what the White Party is, don't worry, I'd rather kill puppies than go.) But after spending so much time in the pink I understand why crazy tourist ladies feel a need to say things like this:
Tourist: (seeing Derek reading Lavender): So you're not going to procreate your species?
Derek: Um,... no.
T: It's probably a blessing to God. It's not like you can shoot a baby our your ass.
D: ...No.
T: What would you know about childbirth? (beat) You're not a woman.

All this after she felt a need to tell us about her recent soybean oil regement. For her skin. She seemed so lovely. But what really made me laugh was how she'd punch choice words, like "ass" and "not". I also wonder why she felt a need to reassure Derek he was not a woman.