Celeb Watch Tuesdays: Day One: It Takes A Village (Person)

About two years ago, a friend of mine told me a story that changed my life (for like 3 months): There is a famed gay nightclub called Beige, held at the historic East Village bar/restaurant BBar every Tuesday. This club was well known for attracting all varieties of the celebrity community. Now, one night, while he was out gallivanting about the bar with his friends, he came across my teen dream, Danny Roberts, of Real World New Orleans fame. One thing led to another, but my friend ended up having a magical evening of talking, and eventually fucking, with Danny (and his boyfriend Paul).

This began my campaign of going to Beige every week, searching for my piece of the (Danny) pie. I only stopped because I couldn't afford to pay $8 a drink (x4) every freaking Tuesday night.

However, I recently decided to rededicate myself to this cause, not just for Danny, but for all celebs, as I am a bit of a celeb whore. Thus, I begin my campaign once again: CelebWatch '08.

^{Brad Evans and Lars}
Upon my first night, the club was pumping with beats and fashonistas, as it was still Fashion Week. Divas were vogue-ing, designers were giving face, and there I was trying to search out my first victim, $8 beer in hand.

I came across Michael Musto first, whom kept running away every time I was coming close to approaching him with a question. He only got away because the bar was packed shoulder to shoulder. But I wasn't going to sleep with him, oh no.

I found some of my friends hanging around, trying to rub elbows with the fiercest famed fashion faces, but I wasn't up for that bounty of rags. I managed to find my porn-star friend Lars, along with porn starlet, Brad Evans. I hung around with them a bit, until at around 3, I gave up on my quest. Defeated, I asked Brad (Lars had left), if he wanted to go to The Cock with me.

Tuesdays at The Cock, while still sleazy, are not quite as fun. We stuck it out, though, and eventually, I got a celebrity encounter worth writing home about: Randy Jones of the Village People talked to me (and felt me up). Not the most "Macho Man" (lolz!) in the world, but who can say no to him?

^{Randy Jones (the Cowboy) and Yours Truly}
No, of course I didn't go home with him. I decided to go for the porn starlet instead. There's some defense mechanism that keeps me from taking off my clothes for someone my parents had idolized when they were kids...