more prada man-purse than you can shake a stick at...

my life is full of contradictions.

for the last few weeks i've been keeping track of funny things that happen in boystown.

don't get me wrong- i love living in boystown. it's fun, safe, well-landscaped, has plenty of attractive young eye-candy (that can be blatantly stared at because it ain't lookin' at me), and has countless cute little boutiques, restaurants, and candy stores.

but first there was the shiny silver convertible blaring techno-remixed madonna, driven by guy in man-slides all of 20 feet before he parked in front of caribou to buy a latte. then there was the shiny gold jaguar convertible, blasting rick astley, driven by an older version of mr. non-conservation. finally there was the day i had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a veritable gaggle of men (okay, there were 3 of them), all wearing man-capris.

travel 8 blocks south and 8 hours later and you get a totally different view of lakeview. driving home from one of my birthday outings (here's a tip- if you want two parties just plan the first one on a night that you half of your friends are busy) dwtacc decided that she was hungry and that this was the perfect time to introduce me to the time-honored late night tradition that is the wiener circle.

the wiener circle, it turns out, is a shack on clark street where terrifying people sell what i consider to be terrifying meat products (what in god's name is a double red hot?) to drunk, banana-republic clad lincoln park types and all-leather clad kawasaki motorcycle types.

dwtacc and i walked in right as the tiny angry woman behind the window lost her cool at a large angry woman (i'm not sure she wasn't a man) and let out a litany of cuss words that left feeling me a little embarrassed and alot like i needed to get the hell out of there. an equally horrified male customer caught my eye as this was going on and decided that "what the %$*& is going on???" was a good a pick-up line as any other... then i actually had to order something just to break the eye contact.

dwtacc and i decided to make our exit just as the next brawl was erupting between angry behind the counter woman and belligerent customer #2.

so what's weirder- casual drag queens in line at walgreens, or slumming rich kids in line at the wiener circle?