I recently joined a secret society of rambunctious tequila drinkers who go to Guadalajara every year with one goal in mind: to have the time of their lives downing the unbelievably smooth taste of El Cristiano over one action-packed weekend.
HBO’s biggest show is back next month and last night’s LA Premiere event was infectious. I’ve worked carpets for 11 years and have never seen throngs of fans screaming the cast’s name and hoping for glimpses of their favorite actors. They blanketed the entire block and then some and were granted cordoned-off areas close to the stars where they cheered and commiserated.
There’s nothing to consider here: FYC Bar + Kitchen is exquisite.
What do you get when you put three-hundred dapper queer Black icons in one venue? One hell of a steppers set.
Jesus Saves! And we’re gonna need His holy mercy because the funniest show on television is coming to a close.
No split decisions here: Betsey Johnson rules.
Well, call me a monkey‘s uncle, this movie was bananas. I won’t apologize for doing this at the top of every article.
Would you date R2-D2? Be honest.
Something sketchy in Hollywood? Ru, never.
What were the odds I’d love this show? High!