queer eye – and a white girl – for the straight guy
Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
“I can’t believe you guys let me join the Fab Five,” I said. “It’s like a dream come true.”
Ted and I were making hors-d’oeuvres of roast beef, horseradish and Melba toast.
The make-better was an ancient homeless man with a wispy silver beard and a very obvious brownish toupee. Jai was holding his hand and talking to him in an intense undertone. Kyan was wondering how to broach the subject of the toupee. Thom was kicking his feet, having nothing to do.
“In fact,” I said, puzzled, “if it wasn’t so obviously real, I’d think I was dreaming.”
“If it turns out you are dreaming and you wake up, do you want me to come into your life and make it fabulous?” asked Carson.
“Oh yes please…”
