Flashback Friday: Big Package Edition

We didn't need dialogue. We had waistlines.

Well, I'm sure Michael and Brian still have their waistlines. But I'm now in my dotage and just had to buy a whole new wardrobe of big-boy jeans. Sigh. Anyway, six years and 10 million PB&J sandwiches ago, the three of us stood betoweled and spokesmodel-like onstage for a Chicago Gay Men's Chorus fundraiser cleverly named the Big Package Auction where people could bid on big packages of prizes like Chicago restaurant tours and spa weekends and personal-stylist makeovers.

And I was still at a blissfully unaware stage in my life where I didn't have to shave my ears.

But at least now I can finally exhale.