a sphincter says what

I have to admit that it was nice to blow off some steam last night by joining a friend's get-together at a dueling piano bar called 88 Keys. My friend and I cabbed it over, so we didn't have to worry about driving home. I honestly don't drink all that often, but I was just in the mood to do so, and the liquid courage enabled me to have the courage to screech out some of those infamous piano bar tunes like "Piano Man" and "Build Me Up Buttercup."

I suddenly catch the drunk guy across the table staring at me -- not in a lustful way but more dazed-like. He suddenly says "I have to tell you that I love your shirt. That's a really cool shirt you're wearing, I just like looking at it." You're probably wondering what kind of shirt would cause a straight man to say something like that, so I'll share that it's this one.

Somehow we started talking about travels and whatnot and he suddenly says to me, "You know, don't take this the wrong way, but I really thought that you'd be a boring person when we first met. You didn't seem to have a lot of stories to tell, but you're actually really interesting."

And it gets better. He says:

"I wish I were more sober to talk to you."

I know that he wasn't interested in me, but was just kind of intrigued by someone that has moved around by herself and knows about Roman history. Still, it made for a damn funny story in the cab ride home with my friend.

I'm taking a poll here. When someone in your party is going all out to Rocky Horror's "Time Warp," is it a bad thing when total strangers from across the room start to take pictures (and no, it was NOT me).