There were a zillion people in there and I started to sweat the minute I walked in the door.There were a zillion people in there and I started to sweat the minute I walked in the door. But, since I had paid six bucks for the privilege of walking in that door in the first place, I was determined to look around. I got a gin and tonic from the bar and plowed into the crowd. This bar was one of the more mixed sorts, I guess, because there were the secretaries with the big hair I was used to, but there were also women who looked suspiciously like they had five o'clock shadow, if you know what I mean. There were the arty types too, they all had on stuff that looked like rejects from a Bauhaus fashion show in 1931, coupled with, of course, motorcycle boots. That was the girls. The guys were all thin and pale and looked like when they ordered a drink they just asked for O positive. I was about to tell my buddy that I was not exactly impressed with the opportunities which this place presented, when I happened to look a little to his left. |