Flawless...absolutely flawless...

They Do!!

This Saturday evening, the Artist and the Chef tied the knot. As the night began, the weather was ominously perfect, despite warnings of hurricane Rita's vengeance. Scott's rooftop was peacefully setup to accommodate the closest of friends and family, and everyone was looking truly fabulous.

I may only be speaking for myself, but the Artist's parents hadn't quite stepped all the way through the door, accompanied by the smooth vocals of Celtic Woman's "You Raise Me Up" before I started weeping like a busted up New Orleans levee. Oy veh. At the pinnacle of the song, our boys came out the door, dressed in fabulous striped tuxedos, and clearly about to burst open with love.

The ceremony was very simple and sweet. Very peaceful. And I, for one, have been to many weddings that did not feel half as blessed as this one.

Hopefully somebody's going to put some pictures up pretty soon...

Girl, I Had to Kill Him

This morning, I laid NashvilleJames to rest.

However, if you're looking for him on AOL Instant Messenger, you will find him reincarnated in SkipperMemphis.

The Gaggle Takes Nashvegas

Kinda like "The Muppets Take Manhattan." Only without the Frog and the Pig. Well actually there was a frog if you count that stupid frog in the "Axel F" video.

And there might even be a pig or two. I mean, hell, we did pig out every chance we got. Blackstone, Calypso, Red, and Cracker Barrell. And even Huey's when we got back to Memphis.

What about Fozzie the Bear? Yeah, we saw bears at the Chute. And maybe Hotass could play the role of Fozzie.

What about Gonzo? Well, yeah...anybody watching the Gaggle in Nashville would know that Wanda was the weirdo. Lying down in front of the train. Giving birth to a watermelon. Delivering Krispy Kremes while we wait for a table at Cracker Barrell. Like I said, what's it like to not have shame.

Good times, guys. Good times.

Southern Decadence Parade..Seriously...

I don't know whether to give props to their resilience, or to be disgusted at their poor taste... Either way, not your typical decadence parade...