Guys, I have the funniest manager at the Ice Cream place. Let me tell you a bit about him.

He's a forty-something year old gay man who calls Celine Dion his girl and used to be a Certified Public Accountant somewhere in Michigan and now owns and operates a small ice cream parlor. During FanFair, this horribly huge 4 day country music festival, they shut down downtown and the streets were filled with huge display trucks. The one that happened to park itself in front of the ice cream place was the Venus Razor truck. Oh mylanta. It seemed that the only qualification for working at a Venus Razor truck was to be the most beautiful person in the world. I think EMI has a similar qualification that I somehow got out of by the use of my wit, charm, love of Degrassi, and obsession with Diet Coke. But those boys... three of them came into the parlor and he (Mike) was just drooling. I may have been too, but it was hilarious for Mike to force me, in the middle of the busiest days of the entire year, to go outside and participate in their hula hoop contest so I could fully appreciate the Venus Boy attractiveness. Oh Mike.

Why am I always friends with the gays?? I'm like Kathy Griffen. Except less funny.