Talk about studs in suds... But I digress.
The strangest place I've ever been picked up was (Aristoshark, are you listening?) at a party after a performance of "The Golden Cock" at Lincoln Center.
(Believe it or not, I only just now saw the absurdity.)
I met a tenor with a great voice. (Of course, he was black because only black people pick me up. Why? I don't know but it would be nice if a white guy picked me up for change. But I digress.)
I was really self conscious at this party with all the opera stars mingling but when I recognized the tenor from a performance of "Haydn's Creation" from the previous month, I remembered how a truck hit a pole outside during the performance and the entire theater went black (no pun intended). At that point, I was the center of attention, telling everyone the story of how that tenor managed to entertain everyone while repairs were being made with just a flashlight on him. I did not tell them that since he was black, all we could see was the triangle of his white shirt.
But I digress.
Long story made not so long, he wanted to me to give him art lessons at his apartment after the party and he would give me singing lessons. But he wasn't hot so that was that.
I haven't thought about that in years!