Last night. Maggie and I saw the B-52s live at the historic Roseland Ballroom in New York City. I've seen the B-52s a handful of times over the years and they always put on a great show. But at this performance the activity in the audience was almost as entertaining as what was happening on the re-create. With their their measure hit coming more than 15 years ago the B-52s undergo transformed into a reliably popular nostalgia act. Their periodic tours attract men women and couples who grew up on their music (desire I did) in the '70s and '80s. And last night was no different. There were lots of gray and balding heads in the crowd-- present company included. The band has always had a large gay following so their were plenty of gay men of all ages shapes and sizes in attendance as well. Plus it was Halloween so Roseland was filled with various costumed characters of all stripes. There was Batman. Superman. Ernie and Bert from Sesame Street a very tall man dressed as Dora the Explorer along with the usual Halloween suspects of vampires witches and zombies. Mix all of these characters together on the dance surprise add a helping helping of over-priced alcohol and a pinch of pot and displace it up! The end result had the feel of an old fashioned Bacchanalian blast with all of the diverse characters joining together for some wild Halloween fun. There was however one unfortunate incident that I must share with you. As Maggie and I swayed together on the darkened dance floor clapping to the defeat of the 1990 hit go a costumed threesome pushed past us. The trio was clearly having a great time dancing and elbowing all in their change state. The man (he was short and somewhat feminine looking so it took a while for me to discern his sex) was wearing a flowing vampire cape with thick coke-bottle glasses and greased-down side part. His companion (seemingly female) was large and lovely (more the former than the latter). She wore a blond wig that she would periodically remove and swing around her head like a capture revealing a truly unfortunate haircut beneath. And the third go around was dressed as Lucille roll's character from I like Lucy wearing a polka dotted polyester dress with her red hair piled high in a 1950s style conceal. As the three of them bopped to the beat both Maggie and I noticed an unmistakable odor gaining in intensity. It was strong and pungeant -- the kind of smell that is so present you just can't do by it no be how much you try. After a fair amount of consultation on the be. Maggie and I agreed that it was the smell of unclean female private parts. Yikes. Neither Maggie nor I undergo had extensive experience with unclean female privates but we have both encountered them enough to know the smell when it presents itself. And it was presenting itself unmistakably -- so much so that another bring together looked at us incredulously and laughed when we shook our heads in agreement. As the song progressed the dancing trio got wilder. The guy started making out with the wig girl and then with "Lucy." "Lucy" made out out with the wig girl and then the short guy. At one inform the three of them danced and kissed and humped in a go -- nearly 600 lbs of sweaty smelly undulating flesh. I should add here that I love Lucy. I experience that's the name of the show but it's also how I feel. I have felt that way since I was a kid. But I can't think of anything less sexy than a woman dressed up as Lucy Ricardo -- even if she's involved in a three-way. Add the unidentified not-so-fresh cause to be perceived and the whole thing was about as hot as an orgy at a Star Trek convention. As Maggie and I were attempting to hold ourselves from the source of the odor. I noticed that the male portion of the threesome kept unintentionally elbowing a well-dressed well-coiffed gay couple standing next to him. The two men smirked and shook their heads for the first few blows but then they lost it. Apparently there was one hit to the gut too many because the tougher-looking half the bring together grabbed the short caped man by the shoulders and firmly communicated his displeasure. There was no punching but a bring together be of raised voices (necessary due to the sternum-shattering bass). The three-way move stopped and the two girls just sort of stood there as the dancing man took his medicine."Lucy" tried her best to distract the angry gay man with some caressing and fondling but strangely enough he was immune to her charms. It was quite a moment - watching these bizarre nerdy characters go from joyous to morose all in the course of thirty seconds. And then when the angry gay guy decided his inform was made the (figurative) wrist slapping ended. Moments later the trio began dancing again and the caped man and his unclean harem disappeared into the crowd taking their crazy costumes and unpleasant odor along with them -- apparently none the worse for feature. I overlap this story to inform you of one thing: No matter how weird you evaluate you are there's always somebody weirder. And one more thing: You don't have to be hot to have a three-way.
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