I got a call from Brian at 10:30 telling me he'd be in my neighborhood. I'd had a meeting at 8:30 and knew that I'd be having a late night, and told him that if I got out of my meetings and finished what I was doing, I'd come meet him at Lit/Fuse.

At 1:30, when I finished everything I was doing that night, I hopped in a cab, sped down to L/F, and walked in. I saw him hovering at the bar, looking like he was about to leave, and talking to the bartender.

I walked up behind him soundlessly (like a ninja!) and stood next to him. At a break in the coversation, I let out a "Hey Brian" and he let out a sound that sound half startled, half laughing, and half screaming, which was a lot of halves.

He introduced me to his drink pusher, Lola, who, when he got up to use the bathroom, quizzed me about showing up at a bar at 1:30 on a Tuesday.

I didn't have a good answer.

But Lola? Yeah, she's got the best poem I've read in a long long time on her website. Keats, move over.

Why did you take my pants off?

I'm cold...

And you're not experienced enough for this.