I KNOW! We are the luckiest freaks in the whole wide weeping world! Or at least I am—it's like this week was totally made for me. Like the universe is catering to my every weird little whim! Practically all of my very favorite junk that ever happens in town is happening this week—well, except for the appearance by RuPaul's Drag Race cutie-patootie-pants Adore Delano, which was supposed to be on Friday, because she had to cancel and rush off to deal with some pretty serious stuff, so we can't even be fucking mad at her about it. That's one big honkin' bummer. (She's rescheduled for, ugh, late January... WE COULD ALL BE DEAD BY THEN!) But everything else? GOLDEN. Appropriately, the magic begins tonight with enormous hair and acid-washed everything. It's Central Cinema's Men of the '80s Sing-Along! Now, you all know I loves me some Central Cinema sing-alongs (the whimsy! The madness! The boozes! The rubbing up against sexy strangers when everyone jumps up and dances drunkenly in the aisles!), and this one is all about the hunks of that long-ago time when crimpers ruled the earth and Prince wasn't half so annoying. George Michael (before he turned into some sort of human mealworm)! Billy Idol (who is exactly the same)! Adam Ant (please don't ask)! It's going to get messy, missy. Wonderfully, deliciously messy. Central Cinema, 8 pm, $10, all ages.

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