I'm sitting on a bar stool, engaging my beer in a battle of wits, and this sprockets looking fellow (black shoes, black pants, black sweater) comes up to me, grabs my beard, and gently stokes it a couple of times, "I love your beard, man..." "Thanks..." Then, he reaches up and starts to caress my face. Now, I've never had anything like this happen to me before, so I just sit there, stunned. As I am trying to figure out what exactly is happening, biloba sticks his elbow in the queer fellows gut, and tells him to back off. He turns to biloba, and tells him that he is some sort of sexy man. Later, this gentleman, starts buying drinks for various women in the bar. I thought, "shit, if he is going to molest my face, he might as well buy me a drink too." Of course, he didn't (what am I, a cheap whore?), and the evening ended with this fellow as the only person out on the dance floor, rubbing his crotch while the unlucky boys played their final tune. The lead singer/guitarist jumped down from the stage and engaged in a sexually suggestive dance as he played guitar. It was strange, indeed... but fun as hell. I wonder where my little sprockets fellow is today. :)