the scene: downtown minneapolis
the time: three in the morning on a friday
the characters: myself, my friend, various drunken men on the sidewalk outside of Barfly
what happened: i stumble out of Barfly on my friend's shoulder and we start our winding way to her car, being heckled pretty much by the block as we go. an incredibly drunken man stops in his tracks and stares at me, boggle-eyed, when my friend and I walk past him. After several seconds of this, he screws up all his courage and bellows, sounding incredibly slurred, at my retreating back:
"NICE... ANKLES!!!"
i whisper to my friend, after a second, "did he just say 'nice ankles?'" after she confirms, we walk faster. the night gets worse as a methhead stops our car at a red light to stare blankly st us, but he was less fplus, so.
Leave downtown minneapolis before three am.