I had a great weekend. I finally got to meet Freddy! He is even more adorable in person and so fun. A bunch of people met up at Locust St. Bar for Karaoke night. I don't sing except when alone in my car. I would have to be very drunk to have the nerve to vocalize in front of a whole bar crowd.

Ricky (AKA: DJ K-Tell) kicked out Jungle Love like no body's business. Morris Day and the Time never jammed like that kid did on Sunday night. Ricky tore down the house and had the whole place in stitches. I haven't been that damned entertained in a very long time. No wonder he is the founder and creative director of the Dumpsta Players. What a show stopper- even the straight guys were patting him on the back in complete hysterics. Philly can be a tough crowd, but once you catch on the fans are devoted.

Mikko Ricky's b/f, and I decided we can take about three hours of the "non- Ricky" karaoke. You know the Janis Joplin and Johnny Cash numbers. Most people are off key- god love 'em- like I said i couldn't do it, but it does wear on me after a few of those standard American Idol numbers.

There are some things in life I don't need to do often. I don't need to attend a lot of funerals or play the slot machines. I can live without fast food joints and breaking a sweat and I think Karaoke might be somewhere nearby on this list. Mind you unless of course Ricky is performing! Believe me that guy is worth the price of a Madonna ticket!!!

Morris Day is Alive!