LOVE TODAY

HEY ALL! So my talented, gorgeous, and remarkable co-blogger Leigh is off in New Orleans presently. She's there with her mother, who is a goddess in my book, for a little vacay. While she's there, I've given Leigh only one crucial mission: FIND BRANGELINA. More on this later.

Speaking of wonderful things that make my heart dance, I'm about a week into my mind-bending obsession with Mika. I'll presume that y'all already know him, as I'm usually about 10-15 years behind the rest of the developed world when it comes to new musical talent. But OMFG, I love him so much. Freddie Mercury + Jake Shears + Polyphonic Spree= Mika. He's playing in Manhattan next week, but it's obvs sold out. Also, I don't have any concert money, anyway. Kevin= Lame.

Speaking of lame, guess who's not lame?? Guess! It's Ladystein! Ladystein's not lame, like, AT ALL. (2/4 members are pictured HERE, looking prettier than such good musicians have any right to be.) They played a Rosacea Awareness show last night at Mo Pitkin's that blew my flippin' mind. Leigh and I are long-time fans of these amazing ladies, but last night was truly wonderwall. OH ALSO- Announcement! I am IN LOVE. I have met the man that I shall marry. His name is Matthew Crosby, and he's... Epic. He did a stand-up routine pre-'Stein, and... Oh. My. God. (a) He's funnier than, like, 95% of people, (b) HE'S BRITISH, and (c) His hair is truly a stunning work of art and glory- Check it out! This is his publicity shot! No shirt! I'm in love! But, like, he's heterosexual, so... Fuck it. I'm still totally enamored. I was just looking on his blog, and IT'S SO BRITISH. I barely understand it. Like, can anyone explain the following?

If I had to pick a favourite from Uncle Humour's arsenal, I'd go for one I heard from Vic Reeves. I'm sure you know it. It's a peach."My pig likes mint imperials. When she's good I like to give her one. Then I give her a mint imperial."

I mean... I have no idea what that could possibly mean.

OK. New Topic- Roommate and I took a cab from the East Village back to our beloved Ft. Greene last night, and... I mean, maybe this is too much to get into now. Fuck, this post is so long. God. When Leigh's away, the sissies ramble inanely. OK, well I'll do it real quick. Basically, we had a hipster/emo cab driver named Shawn Snowberger- late 20s, side-swept Williamsburg hair, really super skinny. Anyway, the cab had a VIDEO SCREEN. Like, we could watch the news. It was.... insane. And Shawn Snowberger made jokes and spy cams in the cab, and he told us about how he once drove a girl to Woodhaven and she took her top off and tried to pay him in sex. (He declined.)
KEVIN: Vaginas aren't made out of money, Shawn. Good call.
KATE: Well, maybe yours isn't.
I mean, it was just an exceedingly odd cab ride. So word to the wise- Don't be shocked when all cabs get these screens. (I'm kind of not a fan, but they're clearly unstoppable.)

OK, this post needs to be stopped. Right now. Thanks for reading!! xoxo

Kevin.