I must admit that I only saw one porn film in my life. It was Deep Throat  and I witnessed it in a San Francisco movie house . What made this a once-in-a –lifetime-even-never-to-be repeated-event were three men in front of me loudly munching on popcorn.

Here in Vancouver I never patronized any of the porn movie houses and the first time I ever went to the notorious Fox Theatre was when it was converted into a concert venue by David Pay from Music on Maine.

Suddenly this week I was invited to attend a 40^th birthday bash by a lovely woman at a place called the Projection Room. This was the very room, above the now  cabaret venue where the films were run from.

At age 77 I could not refuse the invitation by a woman almost half my age. It gave me the opportunity to watch how these younger people spend their evenings when they are not glued to Netflix, or looking for online dates with their phones.

But I had an ulterior motive to attend this fine celebration last night. I was there waiting for the incarnation of St . Joseph and Mr. Spock. Neither showed up.

But I did know Michael Unger from years past at Nerd Nite and at film screenings at the Vancouver Planetarium. The business-like gentleman appeared with a beautiful woman called Erin who reminded me of British screen star Diana Dors (born Diana Mary Fluck).

He could not have been Spock as he could not separate the fingers of his hand in a Spock-like manner. He also confessed to me that he has never been interested in carpentry.

As for the lovely woman of the celebration, dressed in a gold lame outfit, she greeted people all of about her age. I did not know anybody but I nursed a Fernet con Coca while talking to a redhead who denied being one.