And Then I Fell into a Rowboat
The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a…
It’s Showtime!
I was in the zone on Tuesday morning: every number was finished, every costume was ironed and just about every ticket was sold. Then the proverbial…
From Disaster to Divine Transcendence
Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 