I had several drinks. I had about four, actually.
And then before I knew it, I was at a comedy club down in Soho.
Then a bunch of girls were dancing around in their underwear. That wasn't very interesting.
Then a bunch of boys were dancing around totally naked.
Damn those girls. Oh wait. I have confused myself.
At The Pit Friday night. Couple of beers. Bibi and Sri. And me. And serendipitously, it was Naked Boys Improv night (I really don't think this was serendipitous, myself - nor was it an accident; my friends have been punishing me for being a crappy friend - more on this later). So without really knowing what to expect, I watched clever smart boys (they were all under 30, certainly) performing various skits and improv-ing quite well and then, well, gosh. They started stripping. And then one after another, they all took their pants off and I was staring at six naked men. Or was it seven? Good lord. It could have been eight, for all I know. I just know it was a whole lot of naked for a woman who hasn't been on a date in two years.
Was this display of manflesh exciting? Well, it was funny. Did it turn me on? Not even slightly.
So was it a sin?
Anyway I did smoke a whole bunch of hooka later that night and I might have had a martini and several Jack and cokes. Sin enough for one week, anyway.
See you tomorrow.