Frat Night

Best moment of last evening: overhearing a tableful of frat boys seriously discussing, with hand gestures, the different textures of saline and silicone implants.

Worst moment of last evening: continuously finding myself humped by frat boys while trying to watch the band Moonshine Still. Good Lord, and I'm over forty - what must the college girls have to endure?

This is the state of nightlife in my little south Georgia town.

I miss Las Vegas.

But I'll be back in Asheville tomorrow night, where the fraternity male is seldom seen.

NTD