Ithaca is gorges, and so is Ruby

If ever there was a night to switch teams, this is it.

Jake nodded toward the throng of Cute Dancing Lesbians, but as far as I was concerned, there was no one in the room but Ruby, lead singer of The Witching.

For somewhere between five seconds and two weeks, I couldn't take my eyes off that hot, writhing, growling creature. I've always had a thing for lead singers. For the entire set, that incredible woman commanded not only the stage, but the genitals of everyone in that room. In the words of Willow Rosenburg, both after her vampire doppelganger tried to feel her up and when she met the love of her life, I leaned in to Jake, eyes still glued on that sex kitten, and breathed out reverently, "I think I'm kinda gay."

Turns out I'm not kinda gay after all. Apparently, Ruby has that effect on everyone, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. The fact that I'm not kinda gay was later reinforced when I chatted up one of the bar regulars, a charming, adorable, train wreck of an alcoholic boy who made me say, "He's broken. I want to fix him." It's a very good thing I don't live in Ithaca.

All in all, the weekend ruled. I saw me some waterfalls, ate some delicious food, drank my weight in Maker's Mark (I'm having a little trouble breaking off that love affair), flirted outrageously with the locals and got to see The Animal in his natural habitat. My favorite quote of the weekend remains...

I kinda want to touch your leg, but I'm afraid Jake will kick my ass.