The story of SisterBro, the Abbey, East West, and the tranny who could only be fabulous

Whew, what a whirlwind of a weekend Ink Pen had! From the hills of Topanga Canyon to the top of Runyon, with a little west side action along the way. Sisterbro, the wind beneath ink pen's hoe, was in town last weekend and we tore up WeHO on Saturday night. And by "tear up" Ink Pen means sipped stiff cocktails and circled like sharks -- round tables with (this is Sisterbro's direct quote) "tired queens" sipping water and (again) "lezbuddacas" sipping cocktails -- for an hour-and-a-half to eat dinner at one of the first-come, first-serve tables. Ink Pen ate the short ribs, Sisterbro the cob salad. Both were, as Sisterbro might put it, "immensely enjoyable", esp. after the stiff cocktails poured at The Abbey. We think that our waiter at The Abbey was pretending to be gay because when we asked him to direct us to the next hot spot, he did not know the names of any establishments. Ink Pen inquired, and he said, "Yes, I'm gay, but I don't go out." Hmmm. Never heard of that before.

Then Ink Pen and Sister Bro headed over to a crowded bar called Eleven, where we caught the tail end of none other than Dirty Sexy Money's won tranny star, Candice Cayne performance. Miss Cayne worked Mommie Dearest lines as she strutted up and down the stairs, taking money from the boys and making sure that upturned fans blew her long blond hair at the right angle.

As you can see in the clip, Miss Cayne's performances would not be complete if she did not subject herself to the crosswalk's blinking red light, warning of an imminent hit and run. It's all about the crash.


Warning: Be careful, Miss Cayne, Weho's starlets will run you down!