Well That Took Forever

10 days without a computer is a long time. But I'm back now. What did I miss?

Oh yeah.

See, here's the thing about conversations with strippers. I really try to avoid them. It's not that I don't enjoy their company. It's not that I don't like it when they purr in my ear during a couch dance. It's that I have zero desire to hear most anyone's life story, be they a dancer or a truck driver or my co-worker. Zero.

I can think of only two exceptions. Back during a different era at the Dolphin, I can remember having a conversation with a dancer about Freddy Fender. She was a cute one. One of those girls who, despite her 38D's, you could tell really didn't belong on stage. Life had something elseplanned for her. Or so goes my fantasy. The other was the redhead I mentioned before, although the more I think about her, the more I think her whole massage school thing was just a line.

Back to Phil. A dancer who fronts a rock-and-roll band, speaks four languages, and writes a movie column? Pass. Thanks though. I'm not into stripping as performance art. But that's just me.

I'll be back out on the prowl this weekend. I've got some catching up to do.