R.I.P. x 2

We said goodbye to Pick Up Artist viewing parties on Sunday. Hopefully the fun and adventures will continue in some fashion. I like my new friends. And old friend Strauss is taking me up on a long-standing offer for a home cooked meal, so clearly I'm always game to be gamed. (Or is HE game to be gamed?)

So to commemorate the end of the greatest month in weekly parties ever, read my final installment of the show at TVgasm. Don't you want to find out which contestant finally gamed me?

Ripe for the picking up.

In other, sadder RIP news, I am devastated to report that one of my favorite ATLiens of all time and dirty south nightlife legend, Mr. Johnny Ether passed away last week. Back in the day, Johnny singlehandedly saved me thousands of dollars in boozing money by being the most generous tender of bar ever. He also happened to be wickedly funny, terribly interesting and devilishly handsome. And much to my disappointment, he never asked me out. (Really, is there a better eulogy than that?)

I know you have gone off to places as rawkin' as you are. xoxo