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I am sad to report that it started with Monty and ended with Elliot and both Strawberry and I were home in bed by 11.
Plans for the evening were conceived when I received an invitation to one of Monty's famous soirees, an event I assumed would be teeming with romantic possibility.
So I gave up my Harbor East platinum-card fantasies and ventured into gritty Fell's Point proper, first stopping at Loring Cornish's mosaic gallery for a pizzazz infusion.
"Loring Cornish radiates sex," according to my neighbor Pam Stein, referring to the artist's habit of engaging in various sweaty and muscular artistic labors on the sidewalk in tiny boxer shorts and nothing more.
But it was a chilly night and we found Cornish fully dressed, though sweet and fabulous as ever.
I bought a gorgeous mosaic for a veritable pittance, and good thing because Strawberry would not stop anywhere long enough to let me spend money for the next several hours.
But Pazo was closed for a House of Cards wrap party, Bond Street Social was weirdly empty, and Ouzo Bay was filled with couples.We turned up dozens of hipsters barely over their acne, two drag queens named Ellen Degenerate and Miss Construed, a bunch of my students from the University of Baltimore, and, briefly, John Waters, but even the open-minded and dauntless Rainbow Bright could find nothing of concupiscent consequence. we finished the last of our vodka-sodas and called it a night. "Reminds me of France," commented Strawberry, but this apparently was not a good thing, as she took all of ninety seconds to case the joint and head for the door.Strawberry Shortcake is no Rainbow Bright, I would soon learn. I shot a longing glance over my shoulder at the blackboard describing the Cocktail du Jour, which had nine ingredients, seven of them alcoholic.The party was congenial enough, but Monty had a girlfriend in the kitchen.There was at least one other eligible man there, though even from a distance he appeared gloomy and tormented; it turned out he was the "Hot Neighbor" of Lauraville whose very recent marital breakup had already gone out over the wires. When I explained, he brightened for a moment before sinking back into his bitter malaise. With the possibilities chez Monty so quickly disposed of, I suggested to Strawberry that we hit the bars and see what might be available.