Flutterby™! : Dressing, ummm... up.

Jeanne scored Charlene and me two tickets to Teatro Zinzanni last night, so I put on some classier shoes and pants than I usually do when I headed off to work. On the way down 7^th street I had two distinct people make bizarre hand motions to me and, in whispered tones, try to make some sort of transaction. I've never been drawn into a drug conversation on that street before, and I've heard plenty of "well, I'm going to go get stoned" marijuana conversation at regular volumes there, so this was actually quite shocking.

Taken for a drug dealer. It's not so bad, I could've been mistaken for a politician; I fully expected that once I donned the jacket and tie later I'd be offered a city services contract, or maybe the deal to build the next high speed ferry (but that's another rant).