My first reaction was irrational jealousy of someone else trying to get your clothes off. My second was realizing that I get even more bragging rights ("Why yes, I'm dating a __________"). My third was "wait a second, you pay them?"

Meanwhile this was all happening while I'm at the Falcon, (a grimy little bar near U(c), which doesn't card, which is why half my friends go every Wednesday) and a lady I've never met before in my life sidles up to me and asks us what we're talking about. When we try to explain it for ten minutes and she still doesn't understand that Dark Star is a song and the Grateful Dead is not a cover band, I gave up and let Zach handle it. I'm not sure he's forgiven me yet.