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Hey, I’m sorry too. Really, I am.

Come 21 March 2009, Bluejaz will be hosting an exclusive girl-on-girl party. Admission is subjected to the door bitch’s approval. I like that quality check is being practised. More importantly, I like that I won’t be rubbing shoulders with some 18-year-old Justin Timberlake wannabie.

What will you be doing come February 14 besides schmoozing your loved one with senseless but expensive symbols of insecurity? My wife and I aren’t fans of commercial bastardization, thank god. On that night, we shall be privately tucked away in the backyard of the old Turf Club, surrounded by the finest luxuries Mother Nature provides; nearly naked bikini-clad gorgeous women and plush greenery, with foam as human decoration.

On one hand, while I’m being deemed too gay by the general public, disgruntled lesbians (yes, more than one) have written to me, accusing me of being a homophobic straight woman, or perhaps even a man.

A self-fulfilling prophecy for some lesbians.

Yay! Alexandra Hedison is back on The L Word in their final season!

Imagine what a couple of decades can do to you. I still find her hot though. Not that I’d actually want to screw her. I’m a bit too preoccupied with Jennifer Beals.

Time to give my DVD auntie a buzz. Wait. She has my number, I haven’t got hers. No one has. Damn it. Why won’t she call me! It’s been months!

While we assure you we have not not been knitting or grooming bonsai plants for pet poodles, my wife and I just aren’t quite up for having a wild night, and then having to drag our asses to work on time the next day. It’s a good thing this coming Monday’s a public holiday. My wife and I will shaking some ass at Two Queens Party’s Bollywood Night on Sunday. How about you?

Hear Senator Biden and Governor Palin answer questions about gay marriage and how they define traditional marriage on CNN.