Where was I for the final episode of this season’s RuPaul’s Drag Race?

At a mobbed gala party at Providence nightclub, featuring most of the contestants and a live telecast.  (Thanks for the invite, Thairin!)

My goal was to get tons of pix.  Alas, I arrived late (after my Bingo gig) and only snapped a few.

No pix of Alexis, Manila, Shangela and winner Raja, although I did get to see them all perform for the adoring crowd.

For next year’s bash, I must arrive on time!

P.S.  Next season is already in the works.  If you’re interested in competing…

I can’t wait to see Beautiful Darling, the new documentary about Candy Darling, which is getting great reviews.

In case ya don’t know, Candy was one of Andy Warhol’s triumvirate of 1960s transgender superstars, along with Jackie Curtis and Holly Woodlawn (the only one still alive).

Old-time Hollywood glamour was Candy’s obsession, and her sense of style was influenced by Jean Harlow, Kim Novak, Marilyn Monroe and other blond screen greats.

Poor thing died very young, at age 29.

Her death-bed portrait by Peter Hujar is quite famous.

Did I give away the film’s ending?

I wanted regular sour cream when I went shopping today!   But because the label is so small on Breakstone’s “Fat Free” Sour Cream, I failed to notice I bought the wrong kind.

Absolutely furious, I wrote a stern and crusading letter to the company’s website.  Seriously!

Now, with a calmer frame of mind, I’m reflecting on my sour ways, and not just my food rant.

In general lately my petty concerns and neuroses are far too prominent, and I’ve been feeling self-centered and emotionally trite.

It’s high time to put things in perspective, don’t sweat the small stuff, release negative thoughts, help others, and not make a big fucking deal about eating blah sour cream.

Time to spend my energy and focus on what’s really important in life.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go eat a baked potato.