(uNNN!)aMuSiNG MuSiNG ~ automobilely challenged

I am about to boldly go where no gay has gone before... Onto... [Dun-dun-dun!]... PuBLiC TRaNSPoRTaTioN!

You see, with my truck still transmission-less and in my not wanting to be a complete latch on to my oh-so often latched upon boyfriend, I have decided that a bike ride a day is A-OK by me (and my ever-firming glutes). I live, work and play all within a 2 mile radius, so a 10-block ride up or down hill is no skin off my swimmer's back. I think of it as an extra 20-minutes of cardio, and all is rectified in my automobilely challenged mind.

Today, however, I am forced to jet down to the Shrine for red carpet Emmy rehearsals. I am Lisa Rinna's personal talent wrangler. (AKA: I'm her personal red carpet bitch boy!) But I digress...

The Shrine is 5 miles away in the ghetto on the bad side of downtown LA. Think Compton... Only with less hair weave shops and more Kentucky Fried Chickens. So how, you ask, is this gay going to get from the hills of West Hollywood into the doldrums of downtown?

1. Taxi...? Too expensive.
2. Subway...? Too New York-y.
3. Bus...? Too... too... too perfect!

Yes, folks, MiCHaeL aNTHoNY is bussing it into the ghetto. I've got my $1.35 in change ready and willing to be deposited into the coin collector. (Transfer, anyone?!)

Oh, pray for me... And my Prada shoes!