You know you live in NYC when you can't tell if the rumbling that you hear in the 11 o'clock night sky is:
A. Fireworks
B. Thunder
or
C. The lesbians at next door Cattyshack.*
Aw... Bighead and I are really going to miss the mid-summer 1 ay am crying on the side of the curb "you were looking at her when you said you wanted to be with me" sagas that the lesbians have treated us to for the past couple of years.
New York City dykes are WAY more interesting than the broads on The L Word.
*Why, yes. I have lived next to the hottest lesbian bar in The City for the past 2 years. Bighead and I joke all the time about how we'd have the perfect location if we were single. We also joke all the time about how we never go there. We'd rather grab a six pack and sit at home watching TV together. It's cheaper. Plus we get the good lezzie drama on Showtime on Demand AND on our corner every Friday and Saturday night (sometimes Sundays too) starting in June.
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