Iguana Will Take The Roses...

Let me tell you a story, a little story...

Once upon a time a woman naked J.K. Rowling wrote a book that would someday become the greatest financial success in book's history. Or that's how it seemed last night...

The end.

Last night was an introverted night for me. I stayed home and looked at porn twice. I also took an hour to prepare myself for the events to come at Midnight. I myself am still on Harry Patter 5, so the 7th really doesn't interest me yet. It will come August or something. Around 10:30 I took to the streets and walked to the local Park Slope Barnes and Noble. Walking down my streets always makes me smile.

The tree lined Brownstones, the lamps and the beauty even in the dead of night. But last night was different, the streets were abuzz with little children, wearing cloaks and carrying wands. They ran up and down the streets. It was a beautiful sight. The Barnes and Noble was even more beautiful too.

It was filled at 10:30 with people moving up and down the bookshelves, sitting and reading books. Kids hands were filled with books, not just the release of this one book. More kids were dressed as witches and wizards and ghosts and elves and any magical thing you could think of. There were even Voldemort lookalikes walking up the aisles. Good and evil under one roof.

I was touched and felt what Time Magazine called, "The Magic Moment" even upon me. I felt the buzz, the excitement of this book. At 10:45 I did the only thing I could think of...

I went to the bar down the street for a drink...

The local gay bar in Park Slope is so quaint and nice. I walk in and immediately feel eyes upon me. It's okay, I'm getting used to it. Flirting seems futile. These are normal gay men in their 30s who don't necessarily find the idea of taking home a 22 year old appetizing. So I sat there, sipping my Cranberry and Vodka next to an older woman who I give props to for going to the gay bar and knowing it!

I tried my boldness and spoke to a man with a beard and tattoos. People with visible tattoos are naturally nicer than most people. Correction, they are easy to strike up conversations with. It's logical since these are people (and myself included) who are wearing stories on their body for the world to see) They are used to people coming up to them, so in a setting where attraction is also key they are easy to speak to. Don't believe me, come talk to me at a bar.

To further that notion, we've also learned to be polite when people ramble. We listen as well. Oh the trials and tribulations of people with visible tattoos!

So we chatted and as usual he asked me age and I told him 22. It was inevitable that it would happen seeing as he kept saying things like, "When I was 17...a thousand years ago..." or "I did that when I was 24, which was forever ago." So I knew he wanted to know. When I told him things got strange, cause he was sitting there, watching me thinking God knows what. Thank God I had the Harry Potter thing at midnight, so at ten minutes to 11 I made my escape.

Suddenly all the independent bookstores, the Barnes and Noble and anywhere that had Harry Potter had lines down the street. It was amazing! I loved it.

I wish I had more time, but the party starts soon and I must get ready...

The real fun begins now...