We’re here. We’re queer. We were up for almost 24 hours and we went out with Autostraddle last night, discovered that they had way too much energy, so we went to a dance party!

Our megafabulous professional camcorder hadn’t arrived in the mail yet, but we took a video with our ghetto Sanyo Xacti. We also realize that we should have taken the video with landscape instead of portrait view. But here it is anyway:

We got footage of AfterEllen.com‘s lube wrestling and hoochie dance off, and we’ll post it shortly. Ironically, they can’t post much of the footage because people got a little too nekkid, but we’ll do our best to convey what really went down. Tonight we hit the Logo VIP party and the red carpet.

The guest graces are currently passed out after a few too many at Grace the Spot Central in our pool view room at The Hilton in Palm Springs, but I’m confident the cattle prod I packed in my suitcase that got past TSA will come in handy.

Oh and one more thing before I take a nap. To the lesbians screeching Def Leppard in the Hilton courtyard, stereotypes exist for a reason: you.