Gay Greg has a gay old time

It's hard getting older for Lance and Greg. Greg's (aka Gay Greg) birthday was last week, and Lance's is coming up Feb 2 (Groundhog Day! No relation.) They spent several weeks over the holidays vacationing and visiting Lance's family in Australia and New Zealand. They returned just in time to fly to NYC, have a time there, and then drive to D.C. for the inauguration.

They just got back last week.

I think a happy birthday party might be a bit redundant--clearly they've been having a happy time. But we missed them and were happy to have an excuse to celebrate their return.

Both maintain they are turning 38 (again) and ever shall it be so.

We gathered for drinks at the intimate wine bar at Hotel Biron Friday night. Birthday surprises for me included the faboo surprise guests. There were the lovely Lindsey (Jason to follow), and Jennifer (Toni to follow), and the rarely sighted but always excited MAX!



Max and GregWe love the Max.

And the hat.

A big surprise to me was the appearance of Albert. About a decade ago, Albert and I were so inseparable Lance took to calling us the Wilbert. (Which is better than the other way around, which would have been the Allison.) Albert moved back east, wow, it's been well over five years now. As close as we were, we have not remained so since he moved back to New York. Our old clique isn't so any more either, but in this past year I have gotten to see more of and reconnect with Mike Grace.



Albert and Mike
It was really nice to talk with Albert again. And I'll tell you, that bitch doesn't age.

Here are Albert and Mike in the summer of 2000, at my 30th birthday party:


I was once greeting an old friend and threw out the compliment, "Oh Lordy you haven't aged a day! You must have a portrait in the attic."

Some queen behind me glanced over and snorted, "Humph. Should've painted it sooner."