STUDIO 54 REUNION

After my show at Escuelita last night, I ran over to the Studio 54 reunion. TMZ describes everyone there as ancient and called me a giant tranny (which I am). But at least they recognized that I was trying to get into the theme of the original famed drug den by grinding my jaw with white powder on my face. The event was a little stiff. At one point, I hit the dance floor and started dancing. 3 well-dressed older gals complained I was bumping into them and I said "It's a dance floor--go stand somewhere else!" And no one can truly party anymore because they are too busy trying to record/photograph the evening. With disco music, you got lost in the moment and the music--you weren't fiddling with a camera all night. Have we forgotten how to party?