For the "Truth is Stranger Than Fiction" File

Christmas break my senior year of college, oneof my friends became infatuated with the drummer of a relativelypopular local band. Because of her crush, we spent most of our breakfrom school attending the group's nightly shows.

One Wednesday, we found ourselves at a small bar/coffee house. Afterwe had our drinks in hand, we looked for seats only to notice a prettydiverse crowd. It certainly wasn't the sea of college kids and young20-somethings we were used to seeing at the band's shows. 

There were a lot more middle aged men in the crowd, and a lot of thewomen were carrying around plastic magic wands. One woman, inparticular, really stood out -- she was more than a bit overweight, hadA LOT of hair and wore a red feather boa wrapped around her neck. (DidI mention that this show was still during prime time television hourson a Wednesday? Not really feather boa attire time in my book.)

Shortly thereafter, we learned that in addition to the band's show,a group of people from a local Internet chat room had decided to meetin person for the first time that evening.The magic wands helped identify the group, and their name tags all had their screen names on them.

The name tag of the woman with the red boa read "Angry Snatch."

We all learned that the Internet is a fascinating and terrifying place. And that you just never can tell with some people.