I had such a good time working with the Queer Eye guys. I just love them, and I'm so impressed at how hard they work and how they're all genuine friends and really like each other.
We all went out to the Eiffel Tower in the Paris Hotel for dinner, and we caused quite a gay storm. People would see one of the Queer Eye guys and they'd get excited. Then they'd realize that all of them were there, and they literally went nuts.
Whenever anybody took a picture of our table, I'd tell them, "I hope you know you're getting a really good gay picture." If I were in that restaurant, I'd want that picture. In fact, I do want that picture. Somebody send me a copy!
There's not much to say about that Magician Max guy except that I was fascinated by that pink dog he used in his act. Not that I was fascinated with the dog, per se -- I just couldn't look at it without thinking about how my dog Chance would eat it in one bite. It would be swift, and he probably wouldn't even need to chew. If you took an x-ray, that pink dog would just be in his stomach, sleeping.
I don't want to say that my skating lesson with Johnny Weir went well, but I think I learned enough to go pro. Or at least semi-pro. Or at least I can finally fulfill my lifelong dream of creating "Comedians on Ice." Johnny was such a doll. Sure, he made that comment about me -- and it sounded bitchy -- but I don't think he meant it that way, because he's one of my gays.