I don’t know what it is, but spring has sprung and it seems all of our not so spring-chicken friends are coming out of the woodwork. And obviously, we could not be happier!
We first met our close friend Liza through her mother, Judy who we befriended her after an aggressive sabotage campaign on the set of The Wizard Of Oz (I played the suicide munchkin, obviously), which led to a joint addiction to barbiturates which we continued after little Liza was born (the friendship also led to the coining of the term, Friend of Dorothy).
Always from a young age, Liza knew how to command both a room and a gay man’s heart; I took her on as my protege (she was starved of talented creatives to look up to) and commenced her on the path of craving attention and adoration, as well as the need for pain meds from the rigorous dance training.
Liza could smell the fame we are currently experiencing, and of course, wanted in. What says come to our kitchen slash cabaret, old chum? Come to our kitchen slash cabaret.
Picture source: Screen-cap from Arrested Development.