Day 3:

So we wake up around 8 a.m. and Brian produces another suit for me to wear. Running on yet another few hours sleep left me unamused.

Look at how comfortable he looks.

So we head back to Hollywood.

Down Sunset again.

To a place where I am apparently way overdressed.

The House of Blues? What does Brian have up his sleeve?

It's got to be fun. Right?

So we start off with a brunch. I dig the program so far.

Ladies, allow me to introduce Mike "The Sausage King" Tellez. He gets his protein shot for the week when the show begins.

Oh snap, it's a Sunday morning gospel show. And I'm looking like Steve Harvey.

"Can I get an Amen from the congregation?"

"Amen, brother!"

After singing for about a half hour they called up to the stage anybody celebrating something special, and we all danced The Bird, ala Morris Day.

I'm in the back.

Brian came up to the stage and got a close-up of me doing a new dance, The Funky Ball & Chain.

Then every person got to do the old Soul Train line dance and we left the stage.

We were about to call it a day and were headed home when Brian saw something of deep personal interest:

The West Hollywood Gay Pride Parade.

10 minutes later we had validated parking courtesy of CPK.

5 Minutes after that I was on a float.

Even with the zoom, I don't know if this was a dude or lady on the left, but either way me likes.

And then another float invited me up.

Red alert!

Let the record show Brian Day and Mike Tellez walking "straight" down the middle of the parade.


This is scary, but this is not the first time we've taken pictures with the West Hollywood cheerleaders. Hearken back to the L.A. Marathon. Yeah, baby, yeah!

I choo-choo-choose you.

Look what Brian got. Maybe he can compare flavors with the guy next to him.

We had to get this picture.

Including Brian.

And especially Mike. Don't be surprised if you see this picture show up somewhere else in the future. Note: We found out a couple of days later that a sister of one of Mike's students saw him at the parade. Classic.

So 14 hours of sleep over the past four days, thus ends one hell of a bachelor party.