December 15, 2017
I’m having martinis with Adrian in my fucked up messed up studio apartment. We’re running out of vodka. He calls his (gay) friend and asks him to bring us more booze. Then he describes to his friend where my apartment is in the Henry Clay, where the front door is. There’s a wedding boutique at one corner of my building.
He asks, “You know where the wedding dress store is?”
And the dude says, “Oh ya, I know where that is.”
Now what heterosexual man would know where the wedding dress store is??? HA!
Modern Trouseau, Louisville (Located in the Henry Clay Building)