Sings With Scissors was off to New York and couldn't take me for my usual: cheap dye-job/trim-job/blow-job while watching reality TV in his apartment and talking about his latest Interweb conquest. Talk about Around the World in 80 Gays! He's like the Gay UN. He has done more for Canada-US Relations than Stephen Harper!
Anyway, normally he puts the dye in my hair and then, with a captive audience, plays his latest songs for me--hence his nickname here. And the quality of the song depends on how his latest relationship is going. God love him, but well...God love him. Also, if he hasn't been in a long-term relationship (read: more than 2 weeks) in a while, well you might show up to find he has an itchy rash on his palms. But whatevs. My hair always looks like I've spent three times as much and the man has a heart of gold.
I went to Coupe Bizzarre on Queen St. W. for a little rock n' roll snip snip. The majority of the staff there are tattooed and pierced and have been wearing skinny jeans since before they became Skinny Jeans. I ended up with the Pat Benetar do of my pre-adolescent dreams and nearly wound up doing my karaoke go-to song, "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," at the Gladstone later that night. (More to come on that.)
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