At least, I know I wasn't prepared for the moment that my gracious date was called to the front of the room to assert his masculinity by taking a blow job shot.
For those of you who are NOT 21 year old girls, let me explain how a blow job shot works.
Step 1: Place your hands behind your back.
Step 2: Eat a maraschino cherry out of the shot glass in front of you.
Step 3: Suck out the whipped cream below the cherry.
Step 4: Taking the entire shot glass in your mouth, throw back the remaining liquor - generally something chocolaty - and bow to the applauding Ogunquit crowd.
I later found out that at this point the co-owners were in the back of the club freaking out because they weren't sure which of us was the journalist, but they knew that one of us was being publicly embarrassed.
Hey, it's all part of the job, right?
The real challenge came in writing the review of the show, as the Coast Star, while boasting quite a few hip writers, is not exactly edgy. I sat down, considered my liberal definition of "family friendly", toned it down two notches further, and wrote what I considered to be a tame, but entertaining version of the story.
I still got a bit of a reaction.
"Bridget!" my family friend Ted exclaimed. "You said lesbian!"
Well, yeah, Ted. I did.
But... it could have been worse.
Trust me. It could have been much worse.