As you know, the fifth anniversary is the wood anniversary, and it is clear from this morning’s Porn Star Karaoke anniversary celebration (I arrived at 2 a.m.) that Nicki Hunter inspires wood wherever she goes.
I will admit that the lights were on at Sardo’s when I arrived, but there were still dozens of people milling around, and I won’t say how I got a shot of Jagermeister long after closing time. Well, yes I will: I brought it myself and served it from a container in my possession without any official sanction of my actions. In fact, a union-busted employee at Von’s supermarket sold it to me.
Host Wankus, with a newly shaved head, regaled and revolted the audience with songs and tearful anecdotes. Selena Silver showed up. Tony Batmann was there. I saw none of this because I was five hours late. But people had a great time. Why else would there be a party in the parking lot until nearly 2:30?
But Nicki Hunter was there, standing next to a No Smoking sign, taunting it, daring it to tell her, of all people, to stop smoking. Nicki Hunter could have burned that building down looking like that and people would have said “Oh thanks Nicki! That was great! Ouch it burns! Ouch! Ouch! You’re not wearing underwear! Ouch my skin! Yay! Thanks!”
I drove home thinking this way.
See also: Sardo’s, Nicki Hunter
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