It ain't chicken salad

That's Gene's friend Vicki Gordon, who's running on a Green Queen platform for Fantasy Fest, under a canopy at the Cypress House pool, waiting for a chicken to, um. . . .

See, there are 100 squares, and when all 100 raffle tickets are sold, the chicken wrangler, barely visible with the big white beard in the background, lets the rooster loose, and then the crowd yells and whoops, and the rooster, erm. . . .

Let's just say he doesn't lay an egg, and where it goes determines who gets half the pot (which you are of course free to donate back to AIDS Help). Good time had by all, especially when I noticed the little campaign stickers everybody got, along with cool green glow bracelets and a drink or two.

"What's the difference between a Green Campaign supporter and St. Peter's Church?," I asked Vicki.

One has a Vicki sticker. The other, of course, a sticky vicar (bada-bing), speaking of laying eggs.