I’m typing this out while staying at my dad’s place for Christmas. My brothers are downstairs drinking enough booze to put our local SAQ owner’s kids through college, Dad’s wrapping last-minute presents, and I just inhaled so much dog hair, I horked up a Yorkshire terrier.
God, I miss Pointe-Claire.
Anyway, as my little Christmas present to you — which I’ll let you unwrap a little early because, what the hell, it’s Christmas! — here’s RuPaul’s Christmas Ball in its full run. Yes, even on Christmas I’m still preaching the gospel of Ru. Merry Christmas, everyone!