Each year the Seattle Men's Chorus puts on a fun holiday show, but I couldn't make it last month.
That irritated me. Not just because the performance is always a hoot, but because I had research to do. The Chorus had sent out publicity postcards promising "the Pacific Northwest's gayest sing-a-long."
I yearned to discover what that meant. Would Seattle's sing-a-long include more show tunes than Portland's? Feature more drag queens than Boise's? Use more glitter than Spokane's?
Now I'll never know. Remember "Sleepless in Seattle?" I'm just Clueless in Cascadia.