I’m here safely in Chicago, and so far I have not choked to death on a Portillo’s hot dog, fallen off the El, or had my foot impaled by the spike heel of a drunken Amazonian Whitesnake reject (although that last was a near miss). Needless to say, my boyfriend Joey Ramone is incredulous. I’ve been taking lots of pictures, which I will compile into something coherent soon, but you can get a taste of what’s forthcoming over on Instagram. I’m lipsticklamarr, natch!
See y’all later! Don’t get Ebola!