The German word sensucht describes the bittersweet feeling associated with loss: I guess the closest translation into English would be a bunch of eighth graders singing Semisonic's "Closing Time" at their middle-school graduation.

This morning I woke up with a deep sense of sensucht for the end of RuPaul's Drag Race Season Five. I was thrilled that Jinkx Monsoon won–but also sad that the season was over and I won't be spending another week with fourteen of my fiercest television friends.

How good was it to see all of our old favorites again?

Everybody looked great, especially Detox, who was the most amazing thing to happen to black and white since, I don't know, the black-and-white cookie?

It was certainly reassuring to hear how well all of the queens have been doing since their individual eliminations. I mean, they all seem pretty content. Monica Beverly-Hillz is now a face model, which is exactly what I'd be up to about now if I weren't really busy, doing television recaps. Vivienne Pinay is some kind of makeup artist. Lyneisha knows who Diana Ross is now. Alyssa Edwards is spending quality time with her nine-inch "secret." Everybody's doing great.

The show itself was fun, because everybody was very dressed up and were mostly very friendly to one another.

The wonderful Ivyyy Winterrrrrs won Miss Congeniality, the prize for which is a week at the Hilton. I hope she chooses the one in Cleveland–I was born there and I'd like her to meet some of my people.

Then it was time to talk to the final three: There were montages, there were clips, there was a lot of emotional moments about the girls' families that I sort of blacked out on. Partially out of anticipation and partially because hearing RuPaul tell the girls that they're her children makes me feel a lot of complicated things about my dad. (Also, bourbon.)

But when Jinkx was crowned? Water out of a duck's eye!

I hope Jinkxy enjoys the makeup and money and stuff, and makes gay marriage legal in all fifty states, like it is in Washington. I'm so proud of you, you narcoleptic Jewish angel. Condragulations!

It's been a real roller coaster, squirrelfriends, and not just because it all ended with me stumbling away nauseated, disoriented, and trying to find one of my sandals. (Again, bourbon.)  I hope you had as fierce a time as I did. If you want to, we can all Skype together next Monday during our now sadly empty time slot.  Have a great summer!

P.S.: I'm dead serious about the Skype thing: I'm going to be very lonely. My screen name is Bed.Bath.And.Beyonce. (No, there isn't an accent  because I couldn't figure out how to make one.)