I went to Kansas City this weekend because I needed a break, and Danny sprung it on me that he bought a new house. So off I went, and I learned that a) I want to be a cabaret singer, b) I do not want kids, and c) one shouldn't take pain killers on an empty stomach.
If you go to KC any time soon, and you have a penchant for gay cabaret (Liza, anyone?), please go to Bar Natasha (and bring a lot of money). Trust me, it's worth it. What fag or hag wouldn't have the time of their lives?