You know, I don't mean to derail things...
...okay, yes I do...
But this all reminds me of a story I'll try to keep short.
In my early 20's my pseudo-boyfriend-who-turned-out-to-be-gay and all our friends and I all frequented a bar, and so did this girl that we all knew because of one thing - she dated someone in our circle, and they got to the point in their relationship where they were going to be intimate, and she, kindly told him before hand, "I have genital warts." Needless to say the buddy of ours lost his boner and did not have sex with her. So she became, from that point on, "Olivia with-the-warts." I ran into her for years and years, always at bars, and in my head she was "Olivia Withthewarts" almost like it was her last name. Later I was out at a bar with a friend who was not part of the same aforementioned circle of friends, and was this friend was perhaps a little more kind to most people, and there was Olivia dancing alone drunkenly in the cage (the bar had a cage not a dance floor - so 90's alternative!), and my friend turned to me and said something to the effect of"that girl looks pretty drunk" to which I replied "Who? Olivia With-the-warts?" And then I had to explain everything to my friend, who shared what I said to all the people we had come with, mostly strangers to me, and they all sort of looked at me funny, but then, from then on, they all referred to her as Olivia Withthewarts too.
Poor Olivia Withthewarts. Looking back now, the guy who originated the whole story after dating her had many glaring situations where he said things that were probably not true, so I sort of doubt now that Olivia Withthewarts actually had warts at all.
Also, Alexander Solzhenitsyn. (Anybody? Anybody? No? ...and this is why the book club sucked. I read either boring or unknown authors and I have nothing interesting to say about them.)