So - has anything especially fast, slow, theatrical, queeny, nostalgic, crowd-pleasing, hot, aerodynamic, silly or record-breaking ever happened in your bed? I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say it has. So the difference between you and this event is that your spectacle (probably) didn’t happen in front of a mob of drunks on as glorious an April day as you could order out of a goddamn Hallmark calendar. This was the scene at the Fairvilla Megastore Conch Republic Red Ribbon Bed Race down Duval Street in Key West, a benefit for AIDS Help, which took place this past Saturday. More than 20 businesses participated in this charity goodf allism, racing real beds which must be a certain size, have a mattress, four wheels that touch the ground, four runners pushing and be manned or womaned by one person. Once you get past the rules the cool thing is outfitting your bed for maximum creativity – there was a coffin bed and a bong bed, and pirate
My Brooklyn soulmate Jim and I were discussing the late great Nancy Walker nad just days later I discovered a weird, hidden jewel: Nancy Walker’s album “I Hate Men,” posted on the blog of NY/NJ’s WFMU . Click and listen to Ms. Walker's bitter, hilarious, thoroughly vintage tunes like “You Irritate Me So.” about her less-than-stellar love life. I’m no man-hater (God, the trouble it would save me if I was) but Walker’s caustic comedy is a retro-treasure. This one’s for Jim: now he can’t say I never gave him anything but headaches.
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