Lee is a much better gay man than I.* He can throw a successful dinner party.
I can not.
He can invite two couples who have never met to dinner at his house and have everything go smoothly.
I can not.
He can set out a lovely table setting complete with candles, matching china, coordinating goblets, and linen napkins.
I can not.
He can persuade his lovely roommate Sly to help clean the apartment from top to bottom until it sparkles.
I can not.
He can prepare a tasty gourmet salad, coq au vin, and home-made apple pie.
I can, but since I can’t do the rest, why bother?
So after a delicious meal, and what I can only assume to be many, many, bottles of wine, some drunken dancing and what I can only describe as an enthusiastic costume show/striptease by Sly, the conversation turned inevitably to this blog and the people who interact here.**
At which point we each took turns doing our best pose as the talented and beautiful Miss Britt.





Avitable should just be glad we didn’t have a bald cap.***