Jul 29, 2010
martinis at matinee
Yesterday Carlos and I went to see a matinee of Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work.
Yes, that makes the third time I've seen it. I'm sorry. It happens. He hadn't seen it before.
While there, two young matrons were chatting it up behind us, feet up on the ottoman, downing glass after glass after glass of white wine.
I wasn't that distracted, you know, having already memorized the movie....I could do Melissa River's Valley girl whine by heart now....but poor Carlos was.
Throughout the movie he gave them the evil side eye...and every now and then I did the same, but more sheepishly.
And, then, bingo, suddenly two martinis appeared for us.
Even more suddenly, the less drunk one was behind our seat...whispering in our ears, apologizing for her friend, whom she blamed for being the loud one.
After the movie ended they clearly wanted to chat. We learned that the drunker one was the wife of the theater owner. There was an invitation for more drinks with them at the bar afterward.
I told Carlos they were like cougars...but not quite. Ocelots perhaps? I don't know.
They weren't after young lovers so much as prowling for a more dangerous, elusive prey, the gays. Yesterday we were able to herd ourselves safely away from the watering hole. Next time, however, we might not be so lucky.