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Oh, hey - before I get into it - did I tell you that on Friday, I will be appearing live from LA on that supercool World of Wonder Web Show sensation "Ring my Bell" taking YOUR calls! It's tomorrow @ 11AM - 12PM Pacific (2PM - 3PM Eastern). Call me on 323 603 6312 and watch live on the web at www.ringmybell.tv. I will literally be sitting in a desk in front of a phone that I will pray rings. I will answer anything about Bravo or life or the B-52's or anything, really. Put it in your freaky datebook.

Ok, so last night I emerged from the subway into West Village's Halloweenland. It is the area west of the parade in a non-hideous zone, where the neighborhood kids (and gays who are still kids) tromp around and are adorable. There was a line of kiddies outside the Lesbian Bar "The Cubby Hole" waiting for tricks and treats, which they were given. I saw a big boy with very detailed Bob's Big Boy outfit. I saw a hot lumberjacky guy in a bunny suit at the ATM. I saw two Britneys, one boy and one girl.

Satisfied with the quick Hallo-fix, I grabbed a burrito, went home, finished watching the Charles Schulz "American Masters", got sufficiently melancholy, tried to not feel like crap, threw on my yellow sequined tails, debated whether I am officially too old to wear yellow sequined tails, decided to give myself a break, and hit the E train up to the Roseland to see the B-52's.

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