That's me, karaoke-ing in the middle of a huge hairstack.

On Friday night I went to the sixth anniversary party of the Lexington Club -- six years! I can't believe it, I remember when the bar wasn't even there, my god -- and, for the first time since the "American Woman" debacle, I karaoked.

The song? Billy Joel classic "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me," which went pretty well considering I started off super low, leaving me nowhere to go when it came time to really get down at the end of each verse or stanza or couplet or whatever.

Me and my tight, free, limited edition Lexington tee! (This one goes out to my awesome e-pal Gene, who says I never post cute photos of myself. Look, I even put on lipstick! And I cropped out my ass, which is really swollen.)

But I couldn't really hear myself anyway, maybe the mic wasn't even on? I also managed to do a strange sort of herky jerking movement piece without falling off my shoes or spraying urine. All in all a triumphant return to the stage! They even gave me a free tee-shirt for my troubles.

The rest of the night I spent drunkenly trying to get people to set me up with their brothers, or their friend's brothers, or their brother's friends, and "dancing," really more just jumping up and down in one, three-inch square spot. It was impossible to do much more than that because the place was so cram-packed with like 7000 hot ladies. But out of all those fine felines, Jill was the fairest of them all, what with her Fornarina choker and grope-tempting top. I took a herd of photos throughout the night, and just look how ridiculously cute Jill looks in every shot!

After about three hours of all that action, I had to leave because my dogs were barking for serious, so at 12:30 I hobbled, oui, oui, oui, all the way home.

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)