Provocative title, especially for this weblog… but, it doesn’t have anything remotely to do with what you may be imagining.
With Presley busy studying for her final exams, I’m on my own for dinner. What to do? Grab the Powerbook, and head for the Miracle, of course. Free wi-fi. Nice waitress. Beer. This is all the Modern Urban Male needs.
Why the silly entry title, then, you ask? Well, I’m getting to that.
I sit down, turn on my Powerbook, and order my Grilled Chicken Salad (with the most delicious lime-cilantro dressing), a pint of Bass. When the waitress leaves, i look down, and my computer is asking me if I want to join the Wireless network “MiracleSex”.
Needless to say, if I had been taking a pull on my Bass, I would have spit it out onto the tabletop.
Then I realized, I was sitting in the Miracle of Science, and was two doors down from Middlesex, a new lounge opened up by the same owners. They share the same wi-fi connection, so why not call it “MiracleSex”?