Went and got my hands and arms all hennaed up with crazy designs at a salon in Devon to relive my childhood memories of Indian weddings. Henna lasts a few weeks, and I realize too late that I cannot look like one of the Supremes for my show this Sunday with tribal markings all over my arms. Shit. Where’s the scar-hiding makeup?? My drag queen client will kill me!

Friday night Zentra gets pepper sprayed and we all have to leave the club by 3:30.

Saturday night was the Generator and Zentra again. Sunday night I roll solo to Celebrity, the Dating Game and Betty’s. Thankfully people left me alone for most of the nights, and I got to sit by the bar in peace. No heads screaming in my ear about how I should run my magazine and how they or their boys need to be on the cover. This hasn’t been the greatest week for me and I need something to cheer me up.