‘CAUSE A VANILLA ICE PARTY: Ends at a Reasonable Hour

I’m not sure that Vanilla Ice was ever truly relevant, but he was at least well known once. It was not at that point in time when I went to see him in concert. It was maybe fifteen years later. I went and saw him when he put a rock track under “Ice, Ice Baby” and his hair was no longer platinum blonde. I am not saying this makes it better, I am just stating a fact. Continue reading ‘CAUSE A VANILLA ICE PARTY: Ends at a Reasonable Hour


Party Like Its 1942


Have I ever mentioned that I went to a Neo-Nazi house party once? Really? That never came up? Oh yeah, totally. My gay friend brought me. Yeah, the one that goes by “Princess”. No, I don’t know how he met them. Well, anyway, here goes: Continue reading Party Like Its 1942

A Temple With A View

My father grew up in a fairly orthodox Jewish household; meaning sometimes his family kept kosher and his story definitely took place in New Jersey or New York. My mother was raised in a fairly observant Catholic household; meaning hats and gloves were worn every Sunday, and her observance ended promptly upon her eighteenth birthday. Continue reading A Temple With A View

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