Skulls, jacks, Tenebaums, and high kicks

We both pack gin and bubbles. He is Richie Tenebaum, post cutting-scene, and I am a Thai boxer. Greeting us in a cab is a graying Miss Liza Minnelli and a Just Dance era Gaga.

Inside is Geri Ginger Spice in Union Jack and Zombie boy, the re-viral living meme and pet of Nicolas Formichetti. Introductions and gossip are followed by four-to-a-mirror primping in the bathroom. The party ends at 11:30 as instructed. We side step to a gay bar.

To Pitbull, where a hairy, shirtless chest of tattoos is the common costume. Give high kicks on the back smoking patio, threaten most with murder. Then slip off a cold street into a cab, the pale shins under a lengthy coat the only sign of a boxer.

2009 was the best costume ever. (Clothes: canvas. Us: art)

Go ahead, beat me this year. I'll even give you 10 tips. That and some other new stuff up on Canada.com, where I'm currently hanging out online. (Update: GlobalTV and The Province? Hi, friends.)

When the world tour is over, the band comes back to make another record.

Will reconstruct the past soon. Hiding out now. At home.