…. if you were shoved into a booth with 14 fabulous gay men in varying degrees of soberity?
Clearly there was only one date awesome enough for brunch with my gay husband at Mo’s All You Can Eat (and drink) Brunch. I think you know who I mean.
That’s right, bitches. The one and only Miss Kendra, “Pepper,” “Dizzy Van Damn!” and the great love of my life. She charmed everyone, and earned a round of applause for fitting the four decker sandwich in her mouth.
When people ask why I seem so perky, it’s mornings like this that I point to.