Like Elphaba, Someone's Suddenly Pop-U-lurr

[This must be what my old friend Vince from Santa Barbara faces every day of his life. Last night, at the Cinch, I was inexplicably...popular. Allen, Buddy-boy, and I were only there for an hour or so, sitting out back so Buddy could smoke. Three different men entered the "patio" (if we can grace that miserable little area with such a grand name), and put totally unsubtle moves on me. (Miss Manners is silent about what to do when a not-really-my-type-but-somehow-compelling, middle-aged, vaguely Arab guy twists your nipple and sticks his tongue down your throat uninvited.) The last of the three (not the Arab daddy) we took home with us, ostensibly to watch Y Tu Mama Tambien on DVD, which never quite happened.]

[Right now, you're either thinking "big deal, you get to the bar after 12:30, of course drunks are going to be hitting on you" or, like me, "wow, what a change from your usual shield of invisibility, usually strong and in place even at 1:55." It was a little unnerving, is all I'm saying.]

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