This may come as a shock to you, but I just spent a lovely time with John Barrowman and his hubby Scott Gill in Provincetown.  The duo were vacationing prior to Johnny’s appearance at Boston’s Comic-Con.  The pair caught a number of shows while in town.  The night before I arrived, they went to see Well-Strung, which they loved.  We all went to see Varla Jean Merman, and I had the best time watching Barrowman – who at one point was laughing so hard, I thought he was going to hyperventilate (to be fair, the sight of Merman in a burqa is quite hysterical).  We discussed my recent split-open forehead which was glued shut in an ER.  Scott then told me that he sliced open one of his fingers while cutting vegetables and actually glued the wound shut himself!  Johnny shared an anecdote about how pleasurable Scott’s now-rough digit was, which I have filed away for future reference.  It should be mentioned that Gill was quite tickled to visit the mega-popular ScottCakes shop in Provincetown, owned by my pal Scott Cunningham.  You must sample his sinfully delicious treats – Cunningham’s, not Gill’s.

I also asked Barrowman about a death threat he received.  The organizers of Montreal Comic-Con received an e-mail from someone on the West Coast threatening a number of minority groups and targeting Johnny specifically.  John refused to cancel – “I wasn’t gonna let the bastards win.”  But he wouldn’t risk the well-being of his fans.  So he was in a separate room and his talk was transmitted via video.  As to meeting, greeting, and autographing, security arranged limited groups to visit Barrowman in person, and everyone was served – so to speak.