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I snuck off to Hubba Hubba Revue last night, all on my lonesome. G. stayed home with a cold and Steven went off somewhere else to work on his laptop. I felt a little shy once I actually entered the main space and realized I haven't gone to a club all by myself, without planning on meeting anyone there or anything, in over a decade, nearly two. So if I didn't say hi to you, that's why. I hid in the back on a stool instead.

But I'm very pleased to have caught the infamous Fat Camp routine (guys! You didn't tell me it was set to "Beautiful People"!) as well as sparklydevil's black-and-white act, which is why I made the effort to get out in the first place. Wow! It was so worth it.

I am only sad that I didn't notice the drink special in time to taste it: "White Women's Tears." Oh yes they did. It looked delicious, too.