Hi y'all, Anne here. I won't lie; I was moving slower this morning. Actually, so was everybody. Even the spikes on the young dykes' fauxhawks were drooping. Before I packed up my bags over at the Wyndham, I had to take a couple minutes and go dip in the pool. The deck chairs were already full of scenery. I left my towel on a patch of concrete near a gaggle of deck chairs occupied by some laid-back ladies. Hearing their conversation, I realized the redhead in the middle was visiting from Ireland. "Having a good time?" I asked? "Terrible," she replied—gesturing with a big grin to the sun overhead and the flesh all around. "Dreadful weather and nothin' to see!" I couldn't linger, though. I got a hot text message from my Undercover Buddy over at the Doral L Word Pool Party. "Alice just got here—signing Tshirts!" All right, then, The Advocate's on the way! Leisha Hailey is the ...