No Nintendo, No G-Strings

January, 1994

It was a brouhaha of major proportions. "Flowers!" ranted Cleo. "He sent me flowers for my birthday, goddamn it! You get flowers from your agent, not your boyfriend. It's bad enough he's always out of town.""Oh, well, you know, he's a guy," said Susan."I gave him plenty of notice," said Cleo. "Two weeks ago I started saying, 'I want you to get me something special for my birthday. It's really important to me.' I guess I'm unrealistic, but when I opene...