My Date
Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot? 18th and M? He said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmm. Nice neighborhood. Nice place. The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on stage! I see somebody waiting outside. I approach him correctly guessing this is my date. We go inside, and he whispers...