I am a prostitute... apparently.

So if I called you on Friday night...very very late... technically Saturday morning at approximately 4am, I was not infact drunk, as you may have believed... I was however frightened.

After leaving our regular shows at around 2am. Tim, Micah, Jason and I headed across the street to grab some grub before our next show that was to happen at 3am a few blocks away. We trekked over to the theatre and did our show - Hooray! Afterwards, we started getting our coats on to go and then the boys decided they wanted to stay and jam with some folks. Yes, improvisors can jam too. By now it was 3:40ish and I was tired and already in the mindset of going home to walk the dog and crash before getting up and helping a friend move the next day, so I told the boys to go ahead without me, that I was heading home. Boyfriend gave me cab money and I started on my way.

It was such a nice night out, that I decided to walk - its only about 6 blocks and thing were bustling on Belmont, so I wasn't worried. About 3 blocks from the theatre, a man approached me and this conversation ensued:

Man: Do you know how to get to Rush Street?
Me: No, sorry, I don't.
Man: Oh. You not from around here?
Me: No, I am. I just don't know how to get to Rush Street.
Man: You homeless or somethin?
Me: (snicker) Uh... no.
Man: Hey. How bout I give you (pulls cash out of his pocket)... Let's say 200 dollars and you come hang out with me.
Me: Uh... No thank you.
Man: You know, just hangin out and stuff.
Me: I'm not interested. Thank you.

First of all, I think I'm worth WAY more thank $200! Though it is quite possible that I think too highly of myself. And second of all... geez.

I hurried away and kept looking back to make sure that man wasn't following this homeless prostitute home. I tried calling about 5 people (so that someone would keep me company and distracted from late night craziness) and eventually woke up our favorite west coast Spanish teacher who thought I was drunk and crying. Though really I was just nervous and walking with a runny nose. I made it home safe and sound, thank you very much Mychela!

Then I went into my apartment and grabbed the dog, who probably had to pee like a racehorse or a caged dog, and we went for our walk without incident.

That is, until we circled the block and arrived back at the apartment building to see a strange man (not the same one as before) reaching under the bushes to grab a branch and tap at windows on the first floor. Lucy and I vamoosed outta there, took another stroll around the block, and hid around the corner waiting for him to leave. He finally did and we ran into the building (double checking that the doors shut behind us) and crawled into bed.

Yikes - Friday nights in boystown I guess.