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Choire and I played co-hostess to the finest looking crew ever to assemble in Dick's gay dive, sending the last Saturday of this year's Pride month out with a bang.

Both Nancy of Jill Matrix fame and Jonno were coming in to town, which was more than enough of an excuse to throw a party. Nancy and The Blonde were so on fire I was completely beside myself. And Jonno...well.

I've been checking out what some of the party-goers have been saying about the Dick's soiree and results are in. It seems that most bloggers agree that all of the players were superattractive in person and at least 3 out 7 bloggers think My Gay Boyfriend is "supergay".

There was MG and Miss Chris, both of whom were a delight to see.

There is just something about being surrounded by gorgeous gay men that gets me going. Then, for a minute or two, I remember that all the attention I get from said gay men will never ever translate into them sticking it in me and I get a little depressed. But there is also something so satisfying about getting that kind of attention from gorgeous men and having it not be because they want to stick it in. Even the bartender on Saturday night was handing me my Jack and Ginger's on the house.

The ever-adorable Scott turned up in every photo like this one with Glenn. I'd never met Big G before but his dazzling smile and southern charm almost charmed the panties right off of me.

Jonno is the new love of my life. How dreamy can one man possibly be? I wanted him to wrap me up in those lovin' arms and take me back to New Orleans with him (but not forever). (Choire snapped some dangerous pictures of us here.)

My co-hostess, Dennis the Menace pulled Dan of Ultrasparky and me into the little boy's room for a photo opp. Did I mention that I'm also in love with Sparky?

The night proved to be quite a collision of worlds, as is usually the way. My Gay Boyfriend came with his posse, including His Gay Roommate and Miss Kelly Happy.

I also ran in to college friend of mine Mr. C at Dick's. He randomly stopped by the place on his way home to "use the bathroom" *wink wink*. We were catching up and dishing the dirt when he asked if I've been keeping up with Martha these days. I admitted that I haven't really been paying much attention. Because if I had been, I would have known from Day One that the stockbroker's assistant who is at the center of this whole scandal was at one time a good friend of mine. We had a falling out last October, over Matmos of all things, and haven't spoken since. Suddenly his name is everywhere. Do I call him? What would I say? "So! What's new?"

I spent a while talking to Mr. C, which was nice. Turns out he's an acquaintance of Choire's too. What I tend to forget about parties is that you never get all the pictures you want and you never get to talk to as many people as you hope, for as long as you'd like to. You really have to be able to work a room in order to spread the love, and I tend to get really drunk and stick to one or two pockets. But thinking about Saturday night's assembly and the way in which we've come to meet and know each other, makes me feel like a lucky girl. We are fucking fabutards.