This conversation starts off very polite and normal. For about 2 minutes. Till the discussion about Vic Granata’s cap with a cock on it.

Vic wonders why everyone is interested in his cock hat and not his Bettie Page T-shirt. 

Meschiya Lake and Brooke Boudreaux agree: always go for the cock first.

Things don’t necessarily go downhill from there, but there’s not much in the way of ascent to lofty discussion, other than the fact that Brooke was on NPR yesterday. That is quickly overshadowed by her valuable lessons gained from working the overnight shift at the Hilton Riverside Hotel. 1, Starting drinking at 7am when you get off of work is awesome; 2, If you’re going to bang a hooker in your hotel room make sure you bring your own condom; 3, Don’t take a shower in your hotel room while a hooker’s in there; 4, Even this marginal life is betting than selling time-shares.

Meschiya is heading back to Berlin for a stint but not to relive her glory days in a circus riding a bike across Europe with her boyfriend and the woman with whom he cheated on her. Nor is she interested in going back to her day job in the stateside circus where she ate lightbulbs and worms and failed miserably at shooting ping pong balls out of her vagina.

By the way, Vic Granata is looking for a nice Jewish boy. If you’re one or know one older than Vic’s nephew (25) drop us a line and we’ll put you in touch. You can share a very dry gin martini (with unbruised gin), watch a black & white movie and have a trial kiss Duhon-back-of the-Corolla style.  

If you make it by Circle Foods where Brooke is the Marketing Director, look out for the latest brainchild of Brooke, Andrew, Vic and Meschiya: the bloody mary in a Chef Boyardee can with spaghetti at the bottom. And if you’re looking for the most surprising, electic, unpredictable, bizarre Happy Hour in a long time, you’ve found it.

Photos at Wayfare by Alison Moon.