12-18-03

Last evening, after drinking my glass of cabernet, I get a phone call. It's T. saying that the band that I'll be dancing with on Friday is playing. Would I like to come by and pick up a CD with the song on it?

After their set, I met the rest of the band and we sat and talked. I met a few more people, assorted friends, roommates, etc.

Why do I always meet the unusual ones?

Ten minutes after meeting one of the roommates, he's telling me about his one and only golden shower experience. Admittedly, we'd been talking about Bangkok shows, and I threw in my two cents about the DC B&D Scene (until you've seen a six foot six man in heels and a pink PVC maid's uniform you haven't, uhhm, something). I suppose frank talk about sexual peccadillos is to be expected.

Why do I have this power?

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