GD, that's exactly the kind of bar interaction my friend Alli and I had all the time in NYC.

I love those kinds of bar interactions. LOL.

Sadly, notice in my story that it all happened before the drinks came...

Oh, I noticed.

Oh gosh, I practice monologues....dramatic ones....facially. But I don't think I've ever gone audible with them. I even have theme music going.....

Speaking of my theme music monologues.....I've always pictures myself in a movie, especially the opening credits.....my face going by in the window of a bus heading out somewhere in the middle of corn fields. When I was little, the bus was heading to camp where I would fall for an older camp counselor or I'd make a bet with my worst enemy at camp that I'd lose my virginity first or I'd cut off the back of her dress and then find out she was my twin sister. Then, when I got older, I imagined I was on that bus heading to college....then later, it wasn't a bus window, but a car window and I was breaking up with my boyfriend. But always there was some dramatic voice-over done by me, with some song in the background. Something by Bread or The Police or Captain and Tennille. And it's the voiceovers I think I practiced facially, but never audibly.

So far. I'm sure I'll go vocal someday.

I'm sorry, Claire, but you're just going to have to better parse that expression for me.

Does her ass resemble sagging tits?
Do her tits resemble sagging ass?
Are her tits and ass both participating in the sagging action?

Inquiring minds want to know.

I've been listening to my iPod as I run errands. Yeah, it turns me into a walking-in-time, lyric-mouthing retard. But man, it is FUN. Nothing better than walking through a mall listening to Fat Boy Slim's "Weapon of choice". I was prancing through the food court looking at choices, mouthing "You could go with this, or you could go with that." Heehee!

Music makes the world seem more meaningful, makes everything seem like a movie montage.

I do that when I don't want to talk to my neighbors or when I was trying to avoid a confrontation with my crazy ex-neighbors.

Just make sure your phone is on silent lest it ring when you're on a 'call'

I have my little mental images of each and every one of you that may or may not resemble your actual selves or your avatars. (For example, Kevy Baby is now a woman in my mental wanderings.)

But that's beside the point. Until supplanted by something else, whenever I think of CP I will imagine her prancing amongst produce, singing a little song.

Yes

Yes

Most definitely! She's a treat. ;) She's like a picture from National Geographic come to life in downtown Portland. Nipples the size of pancakes, too!