A group of about eight friends that I went to college with gets together maybe twice a year. We usually come here because it's low-key. But one night we decided to go find some wild music. We're at this bar (which shall remain nameless) and this group of beautiful, drop-dead-gorgeous girls walks in. Three of them had apparently seen the movie Coyote Ugly, and they're opening up their blouses, getting a little wild, flashing people. We're amazed because these are some of the most beautiful women we've ever seen. I don't know if they had this planned. Nobody's really tripping on the situation that these women are doing this. Simultaneously, all three of 'em decided to raise their skirts--and hear me now, we're talking three beautiful women and a bar full of guys. They got on a table, raised their skirts, and one of 'em was a man! I almost lost my lunch. Most of the guys acted like it didn't matter. They were applauding; I guess they were paying homage to the fact that he or she was able to fool them. It was like The Crying Game come to life. At that point I was like, "Oh my God, I'm in The Matrix. Let me take a pill and get out of here." We've been meeting here ever since--we learned our lesson!
--Mel Roberson, insurance executive/actor-poet