Hedda Lettuce Helps Out

According to the Wall Street Journal, bloggers face a difficult decision: to go on vacation once in a while, or to just keep blogging everyday until the undertaker pries their cold, dead fingers from their keyboards.  Well, we faced that choice this month, and decided to keep on blogging!   For the first time in several years we're not going to spend the last two weeks of Summer hanging out in P-town. At first, we were a little bummed out about this, but then we discovered Hedda Lettuce's blog.  For those of you who don't know, Hedda is the big green drag queen who often performs right down the street at East of Eighth.  This summer she's in P-town doing just what we'd be doing, blogging about the old dead Chelseaites in their P-town summer haunts. 
I decided to take a delightful guided trolley ride through city to see some of the sights I may have missed during my stay. The tour guide was a woman named Penny, a 50 something heavyset dyke with a terrible smokers cough and a flat non-interested way of speaking, which did not do beautiful PTOWN justice. I don't think she was wearing her teeth either, because at times during the ride she was almost inaudible, but luckily the views from the trolley were breathtaking making her self-induced speech impediment a minor annoyance.

I learned so much from Penny, but one of the greatest discoveries was that Eugene O'Neil and Tennessee Williams wrote some of their greatest works at the popular watering hole the A HOUSE? For those of you who are familiar with the AHOUSE it is a PTOWN institution that has been the place to dance for several decades. In it's early years it was a bar and guesthouse and I am sure O'Neil and Williams did more drinking at the AHOUSE than writing. Mr. Williams probably between cocktails made a pit stop or two at the Dick Dock (legendary gay cruising area) on occasion to help him get over a bad batch of writers block.

Now we know we're not missing a thing! (Eugene O'Neil lived in painter George Chemeche's room, by the way.)