The big piece of my Saturday was spent, regrettably, with beautiful young models. Boy, don’t you just hate it when that happens? To make matters worse, they were shooting fashion and that included running around in not much clothes at all. Yes, very sad for me. Of course, I was a grown up and averted my eyes at the appropriate times. Mainly because their mothers were about, but I was a gentleman and want the credit for that despite any other circumstance.

OK. That was the joke portion.

Really, it was a fascinating adventure. Hairsylists, make up artists, photographer from Dallas, and about five models were involved along with the lovely Juliet from Elastic Cafe that provided all the assistance and personnel needed for the shoot of her models. The part I watched and/or participated in was along the west side of Western about 4th to 6th Street in an industrial area around the Oklahoma League for the Blind, just south of Linwood Diagonal. The workmen and gang members and whatnot kept circling in their pickups and we soon learned not to let models in skimpy clothes stand on a corner. LOL. If they stopped, I told the guys that the girl was my daughter and that got them to leave. How do you say “That’s my daughter” in Spanish? OH! “Esta Mi Familia”? Anyway, you can imagine how curious people were to see these leggy young girls sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty street next to an empty corrugated steel warehouse along the railroad tracks. The young women seemed to have fun climbing over huge truck tires and onto smashed, wrecked cars in short dresses and wild costumes. I think I was the only guy on the shoot not wearing eye liner or mascara. What’s that about? Anyway, it was fun and some of the pictures (digital, so we got to see them fairly quickly on nearby laptops) were very good. Moms actually were present overseeing the action, so it wasn’t anything any mom couldn’t see. Later, everyone went to Juliet’s house for some lingere shots in her basement and bedroom, but I didn’t participate in that. No, really, I went to get some dinner instead. Shut up.

I went from there to Paseo for a lovely meal and stayed for the band, Tincture, a reggae group made up of members of other bands. One of the bandmembers was from The Ills, and I heard from Craig the bartender that the keyboard artist from the Ills had tried to separate two fighting dogs and got one joint of one of his fingers bitten all the way off. Not good for a keyboardist.

Anyway, the band was jammin’, as they say in the reggae world.

I sat with my hero, M. Hoffner, and we had a long talk about women, and came to the conclusion that we know nothing at all. Also, that we are very unlikely to ever figure it out. Also, that our past experience had only been confusing and not enlightening. Also, and this is the most important conclusion of them all, that the number of really great looking women that walked into Galileo’s last night was unique in our experience.

Really. Shut up.

Both male and female, it was a great looking crowd. Lots of guys with square jaws and broad shoulders mixed with boys with curly, unkept hair and puppy dog eyes mixed with long lines of absolutely gorgeous women. I first noticed about three or four brunette, Mediterranean women come in and each of them was a knock out. After that, a few Hispanic girls with dark hair and eyes and olive complexions came in. Then, the Nordic, tall blondes came in, followed by the Russian law students all dolled up and it just kept on going like that.

By 11:30, after the band FINALLY started playing (my one gripe is that the band was very late starting) the dance floor was full of people dancing, although not necessarily with one another. It was one of those chatty, buzzy, electric nights that we go to bars to experience. People having fun without getting loud, obnoxious and very drunk. Of course, I saw people I know like Jonathon Majid and his son, Josh, and Kat with a K, and Jasmine the belly dancer, and Mumblin’ Jeff and on and on. Eventually, Juliet showed up for a bite of my d’Cheny pizza, but she was tired and made an early night of it while I stayed on for the music.

Well, the weather is too nice for me not to be out with the Miata top down, so if you want to know more, get out more.