Phere. It was the intersection of fashion and horror. Fifth Avenue meets Fear Factor.
I gingerly put on my lacquered wasp earrings. The millipede bracelet came next. Then my masterpiece, a necklace made of a live de-legged scorpion I put on with bomb-disposal meticulousness.
I had more than the normal blind-date nervousness. What if I freaked him out? I was too intense for some people.
The doorbell rang.
I opened the door to see a man wearing a headdress of blue-ringed octopuses and riding a tiger.
Two thoughts collided in my mind:
Am I going to die tonight?