Once upon a time I was younger, taller, dark and handsome. I dated a lovely BCal lady. I think she was an opera singer waiting for her big break.
She told lots of similar stories. One day, when she had moved in to another partner, she invited me to a BCal party in someone's flat.
I made a minor error in expressing an interest in stories like these. Er, I was told hundreds of them. I think they sent me to sleep. I was woken up at about 3.00 a m and told to go home.
The sleeping had nothing whatsoever to do with that party having the best "bar" that I have ever seen at a party.