NO MOZ, some Chloe

Tragically, Morrissey was out of commission last night, and his illness RUINED my evening! Anyway, I'm so sad about it. All day I had him on my mind, and it was a tragedy for me. Then, on top of losing out on singing along with my hero, Ticketmaster charged me $4.80 as a processing fee for the refunded tickets!

Enough complaining. We went to this bar on Miami Beach instead, Abraxas, on Meridian and 4th, and it had a great beer selection. However, on top of the yummy beer, Chloe Sevigny was there, drunk as hell, in a leopard print dress. I'll have a pic to post later. I was impressed, not by her acting or style, but rather that she was in such a random place on Miami Beach.

MOZ and MEX

I know I already mentioned this, but I am very, super psyched about seeing Morrissey tonight.
I'm sure you've all read about how much Mexican-Americans LOVE the MOZ. If not, here's a link.

Apparently Mexicans love Morrissey and The Smiths more than the rest of us. Can you believe that?
I spent hours crying and singing to this man's music, I deserve recognition. Make a movie about my adolescence and how David Marshall taped a small Morrissey/Smiths library for me and how I memorized every lyric while printing out tickets to Rocky Horror and other such movies at Riviera Cinema.
I feel like I should change my name to Selena and wear a poncho. I ate Taco Rico for lunch, that counts for something. I know it. I feel you Mexicans, I do.

Call Me an Old Gay

I'm totally going to see Morrissey, for only the second time in my life, this Thursday at Jackie Gleason! Don't look so jealous. I could die to Bona Drag.