Whenever and wherever possible, Jill Y and I like to enjoy a variety of cultural activities. If it’s not mocking Bon Jovi incessantly or trying to figure out how magnets work, we spend our time trying to figure out how Bon Jovi works. We have a number of friends who are Performing Artists and they regularly keep us up to date with regular happenings in the regular world of Performing Arts. Last night, we went to a show in a venue that was pretty hard to find. After a lot of back alleys and front alleys, we arrived just in time. As soon as we sat down, Jill Y decided she wanted to leave. I didn’t understand what was wrong with her as the performance looked spot on to me. I noticed a poster on the wall that explained exactly why she didn’t want to stay so I followed her home as soon as the show ended:
“Live sex”? As opposed to “dead sex”?