Far be it from me to disagree with my fucking readers.
You know, it's curious that they INSIST on calling Whistler, BC's fey annual tradition "Gay Ski Week." The lodge hot tub (or "jizz-cuzzi") is as close to the slopes as a third of the attendees ever get, and the rest all snowboard (who'd be caught DEAD on SKIS anymore, for heaven's sake?!). I think something like "Sno-Blowers" or "Frozen Fag Fest" would be festive, and far more apropos, don't you? Whatever: This year's pageant of snow and sodomy was given an extra glow when Goldie Hawn made a sudden appearance at the Westin Hotel's dining room for a little après-ski aperitif. "Matt S" reports that Goldie was "simply gorgeous" in singular trailer trash chic: blue jeans and a tank top (with "Husband Beater" emblazoned across her prodigious front. Irony dead? I think not!), and simply DRENCHED in gold jewelry. "She stopped and asked if we were having a good time," Matt reports with glee. "She had the sweetest voice, breathless. We were the only table she talked to--a coup!"
This week I rang up my all-time favorite mole, "Chick-a-dee," to find out what's been cooking at the semi-swank downtown eatery Wild Ginger. She reports that Mr. Bill Clinton popped in for pot stickers during his brief fundraising cameo in Seattle (sans Senatrix Hillary; I'll bet she was at Gay Ski Week in Whistler), and Eddie Vedder and crew rocked a private Wild Ginger birthday bash for RealNetworks gazillionaire Rob Glaser. Eddie is sporting a sassy mohawk these days and has shaved his eyebrows off --VERY haute couture. (Quick, kids! Try this at home!) Dazzling indie film demigoddess Lili Taylor (famous due to John Waters' Pecker) made a discreet appearance too. "She's very groovy and gracious," claims "Chick-a-dee," but adds that the stars "are all just boring and down-to-earth people like you and me."
What a perfectly repulsive thing to say.
Oh! And KOMO TV 4's Steve Pool was sipping martinis and "waiting to get noticed." And waiting... and waiting....
Finally, cute Kerri Kazarba from Q13 prefers plastic to paper, and satisfies her sweet tooth with gargantuan bags of assorted hard candy from the bulk bins. Just, you know, in case you were wondering. Hugs and kisses to "Andy" from Shoreline Central Market for the exposé. Oh, and... fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck.
