conversation from friday night:
i’m sitting by the entrance to a little room in a bar* in the ukrainian village with benches surrounding a stripper pole. two women in their thirties have just run into the room and jumped on the stripper pole together, to obvious fanfare.
me: you know these girls?
guy holding two coats peering in doorway: i know one of them.
me: which one?
guy (ignoring me; to one of the women): hun, you should be on top…you’re lighter.
me: okay so you know her.
guy: yeah, that’s my wife.
*favorites from the bar’s myspace page**: the bar is male, has 377 million friends, and is the same astrological sign as me.
**bars have myspace pages*** now?
***my bad; myspace experiences.