Starting down the trail of girlfriends we've blogged.

The Heart-throb's 1st victim. We were out for one of the rommates birthdays, otherwise we'd have not had the common sense to bring a damn camera. This sweet lass was at Lunch Paper, fresh in town on the 3rd leg of Bill Clinton's book signing tour. I think her name was Monique, or something. She was drinking Long Islands and requested Stray Cat Strut on the juke-box. Later that night, the Ass charged 3-7 Newcastles to her open tab. Thanks Daddy!

This new found source of free beer and attractive ladies inspired the Ass to bring his digital camera from now on, whenever we headed downtown. Needless to say, some wonderful photo-ops presented themselves.