Strut down the street and have your picture took

Now you know I loves me some Barbra Streisand as much as the next gay, but I am not about to pony up $150-$600 dollars to see her ONLY OHIO ENGAGEMENT in her FINAL TOUR. Bitch is worse than Cher with this FINAL TOUR shit. Gay icons, why must you do me this way? And goodnightinthemorning woman, save the titty shots for Brolin. nsfw (or anywhere, really)

Lessee. My first day back in weeks and I've covered Audrey, Barbra and a wee bit of Cher. Yeah, that should just about do it.

Oh, one more thing. I just got back from the gym and I did this thing that I do when I need a little pick-me-up. Cuz it never fails to amuse. What? No, not that. Jesus, y'all are dirty birds. What I like to do sometimes is imagine that everyone there is working out to the same tunes I am. Like it's piped into the gym or something. Now many of my workout songs are typical pump-u-up fare, but today, when all the second shift dudes were straining and stretching and grunting along to Put On Your Sunday Clothes from Hello, Dolly, well, I just couldn't keep from grinning. I know it's all in my head, but I'd swear I saw a little extra shimmy in their workout thang. It wouldn't have surprised me to see one of them swan his arms out, either. But it hasn't happened yet.

Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
Your red suspenders and hose
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes

There. Carol Channing as your nightcap, darlings.

Barbra picture via D-Listed