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(In honor of the sacred Halloween holiday, “Every Night in Drag” is postponed this week.  Updates continue next week.)

I couldn’t wait to start the Halloween festivities.  I’ve already gone out in costume two nights in a row!

Saturday’s snowstorm forced me to resort to an all-weather look.  So I grabbed my old reliable clown outfit with the honking rubber nose.

Occupy Clown Street!

 

I ended up at Xanadu, the roving dance party, which was held at a Manhattan loft space, up six flights of stairs!  The place was packed with tons of cute guys in all sorts of great get-ups.

 

The Swimming Pools performed a rousing set, with hostess Sylvia London joining Christophe (left) and Daniel on vocals. (Sylvia was a "man-eater," thus her crusty blood.)

 

I'm nuts for nun costumes!

 

Love the Leigh Bowery tribute! (Justin and Cory were grateful to me for helping them get boobs!)

 

And last night, Halloween Eve, I also opted to cover my face.

Woman of mystery.

 

I went to Tranny Strip at Evolve on East 58th, which was an absolute blast. For the costume contest I tied for first place with Amy Winehouse (my pal Cathy Valdez)! I won $40! I'm rich!

 

I celebrated with Jacko!

 

For more pix, visit my Facebook page.

More Halloween shenanigans to come!

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As Sylvia London and I left my apartment building last night a few snowflakes were falling.  How sweet.

We were on our way to a party for Olympic skater Johnny Weir‘s new book, Welcome to My World. (Thanks for the invite, Spin Cycle!)

I think Johnny is fantastic.  He exemplifies the flamboyant self-confidence of a new queer generation!  I was determined to get a photo with him.

Mission accomplished!

As the bash wound down, someone told Sylvia and I about the debut of new gay party, just a hop and a skip away.

So we might as well walk, right?  Even though the snow was piling up by this time.

At first, our little jaunt was a playful adventure.

Look, we're snow hookers!

But being outside soon lost its appeal.

Soggy Linda.

Unfortunately, the party did not meet our high standards of fun.  So we did what any smart drag queen would do—We hailed a cab!

Our destination was G Lounge‘s Boybox party, which features an accomplished ensemble of striptease artists.

Sylvia found her favorite.

As an extra bonus, the hostess was flawless sexpot Amanda Lepore, who told me she was recently a guest judge on Austria’s version of “Top Model.”  She’s such a celebrity.

Amanda speaks!

Then Sylvia and I trudged through the snow in our high heels one last time to catch taxis home.

Today my calves are killing me!  Johnny Weir, I know your pain!

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(Huffingtonpost posted a photo of me, Sylvia and one of the gay blades from The A-List.)

(See more pix from the night on my Facebook page.)