We Missed It!

Some time last night or today the hit counter rolled past 10,000!!! Thank you for all the love and support you have shown this old drag queen over the past 10,000 hits! I hope you stick around for 10,000 more!

It's Rodeo Time!

It's Rodeo time in Houston, and once again Miss Ginger managed to get herself tangled up in a mess of traffic because she forgot about the stupid trail rides!

I get the quaintness of the trail rides, but seriously, people- does it really make sense to drag a chuck wagon into the 4th largest city in the nation on a busy Friday afternoon? Just askin'!

Anyway, as the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo takes over the city for the next 3 weeks, we can expect traffic to snarl, especially around Reliant Park, and restaurants to be full. So I guess that's a good thing for our economy!

And there WILL be lots of hot cowboys in tight jeans eveywhere we go! Miss Ginger will have to do her best to show them her Texas hospitality!

Maybe the Rodeo's not so bad after all!

SPOILER ALERT: A Top Chef Disaster!!!

Poor Carla (or "Colla", if you speak Emeril) was the carzy underdog who became the fan favorite toward the end of the Top Chef season. She came into the competition wanting "cook out of love", and she did, until tonight. On the eve of the finale, apparently her spirit guides went out drinking on Bourbon Street, and left her to deal with the evil and stupid Casey (who cares how she spells it!) as her sous chef. She led Colla into temptation, and since her spirit guides weren't there to protect her, we were left with a crappy sous vive and an absent bleu cheese souffle. Her love of peace cost her the win in the end. Kinda sad.

Unfortnately, that left Hoses R Us as the winner. Though I have to admit, Louisiana cooking agrees wtih him. He clearly gets it. And that's what won it for him in the end. Assuming that's all that happened "in the end". Just sayin': it's $100,000! I've known "straight" boys to give it up for a lot less.

Fortunately, that left Stefan holding the prize of Miss Uncongeniality. Sorry. If he were the last man on Earth I would kick off my pumps, wash my face, and go straight. He was such a soulless doucheface through the whole competition. His food reminded me of the freezer section at Sam's Club. How ironic that he lost because he froze some fish so he could slice it real thin. He might be a real nice person, and if someday, there were nuclear fallout across the entire world, and he and I were the only 2 humans unnafected, I might speak to him. Maybe. If I couldn't find some cockroaches to keep me company.

So, Top Chef is almost over, except for the "Leah and Douchebag Reunion Show".

At least we have a few more weeks of Drag Race....

then hopefully "Prokect Runway" will find a network!

Disaster Strikes Chez Ginger!

For the past 3 days Miss Ginger has lounged around the W Hotel in Atlanta while Boy G did the duties of his day job. Not a bad gig, but kinda boring, so Miss G was thrilled when the Boy got ahead of schedule and was able to leave earlier than expected this morning. They got to the airport in Atlanta just in time to move from their 4:30pm flight to a noon departure, saving them a long afternoon of airport cocktails in the president's club.

The trip home was uneventful, but when they got home they discovered that disaster had struck (had stricken?) at Chez Ginger.

Apparently some drunk lost control of his car and ran across the end of Miss G's driveway, tearing out a bouganvilla that Miss G hated and damaging some azaleas that Miss G loves. Thank goodness the tree stopped the truck, which apparently suffered a broken oil pan (from the stain Boy G saw in the street) and I'm sure cracked it's radiator. The neighbor talked to the guy, and reported the incident to the police, but really, no harm was done other than some uprooted shrubs and some displaced dirt. It's a good thing Boy G's truck was parked at the airport or it would have gotten hit! Luckily, the weather is supposed to be warm and sunny this weekend, so Boy G can do some gardening. And if he does a really good job, perhaps Miss G will fix him a bloody mary or 2!

For David Dust: A Photo of the Mother Ship!

Here at the "W" Hotel in Atlanta, if I hook my right leg over the railing of the balcony, sling my body upside down, and reach as far as I can to the left, I am able to snap this photo of the Mother Ship:

That's right, biatch! It's the worldwide headquarters of Arby's Restaurants, Inc.!

Now who's the best Dust Bunny in the land?!

Joy Babbleon turned me on to this little quiz that pegged Miss Ginger to a "T"! Try it for yourself!

You are a Self-Discoverer

You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality. Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine. You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion. You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Miss Ginger's StyleSession® Oscar Style!

(These pics were lifted from the AP, so credit is duly given)
There were,as always, some winners. and some losers on the red carpet last night, and Miss G must say it was the night of fanned-out fishtails and pushed up boobs! I'm suprised there wasn't more boob spillage (boobage?)
Anne Hathaway was the clear winner in this stunning Armani creation. She was so beautiful and the dress was so exquisite! She totallyshowed her gracious nature when Tim Gunn asked (with uncharacteristic tackiness) how much of it she would be keeping!

Penelope Cruz showed that you can wear a wedding dress again! You shouldn't, but you can. It was vintage. It was lovely. But it was someone's WEDDING DRESS! We just don't do that in our country, sweetie!

Marissa Tomei's gown was really pretty, but Miss G couldn't help but feel like the bodice looked like a stack of bevnaps fanned out on a bar. The effect worked for the skirt, but not so much for the smaller pieces at the top.

Tilde Swinton was her usual train-wreck self. Her indescribably bad garment selection perfectly complimented her Dyky Diva hairdo. I had to endure her, dear readers, so now you do, too!
Here's some boob spillage, SJP style. I'm not sure why I love her so much, I just do.

And finally, Meryl. Dear, dear Meryl. You have had more Oscar nominations than anyone in history. You have shown your enormous range in everything from comedies to dramas to musicals. And you tried really hard to wear something that was age appropropriate. Yet all you gave us was this sad, brown dress.

You are star, dammit! Start looking like one!