Christmas eve was spent with my siblings at my sister June’s place. She and hubby Kebby-Chan made perogies and borscht, which has become a tradition honoring Kevin’s Ukranian roots, along with tearing through countless packages, bad jokes, and good bottles of wine. Dean & Doug, Dean W, Davide and Philip joined me and Big Chrissy for an all-male homosexual Christmas day repast. Philip brought over an incredible minced meat pie and a salad of crispy organic red and green leafy things to accompany my duck gams and tarte tatin. The top of my tarte didn’t caramelize, as I rushed through Julia’s instructions without reading the final paragraph, plus Bob got the blowtorch in the divorce anyway, but the crust was perfect, the apples were a little overdone and lost some character, though, which the sheer joy of butter made almost immaterial. Next time: pre-caramelize and don’t cook as long.
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I started my Week with Busby at the Castro yesterday, for Babes of Broadway and For Me and My Gal. Dean W. joined me, cruising every single person sitting within a 5 seat radius, and abandoned me during the second film. Babes would seem like a parody of the “let’s put on a show!” movie if it weren’t what the parodies are based on. There are so many obstacles on the way to Broadway stardom for these kids, and at every point the solution is to put on a show and get the big producer to come see it.
This afternoon it’s lunch with Nick and then the fabulous Golddigger movies. I’ll see you at the Castro Theater at 3:00!