the great leslie

My friend Johnnie just ended a sold-out, three-date show in the West Village. I caught the final performance last week. It was a funny, sometimes crass, one-man show about...well...him. About his loves, his failures, his return to absolute fabulousness. I was so proud of him for being out there, singing his little heart out and rewriting Billy Joel songs ("He's Got a Way About Him."). I left feeling that I must have a display of my own fabulousness...