I joined friends at a well-known, colorful, bar called the Golden Drachma. Its nickname is “the Drama.” I was forewarned we might encounter a rougher element: bikers, guys covered in tattoos, and hard-core boozers. We were amused to find mostly typical run-of-the-Mill Valley bar hoppers.
Over in the right corner of the bar, an inebriated, real-life cougar (60 plus year old woman) struck up a conversation, mainly using body language, with a 20-something kid with a baseball cap askew. She draped herself over the man-boy, massaging his legs while he watched. Mrs. Robinson was on a mission and the lad was up for the event. Real drama at the Drama…The floorshow garnered much attention.
And in the second corner: an aging, overweight, Don Juan: gold Rolex flashing, multiple gold chains clad in a Tommy Bahamas shirt – a Tony Soprano look-alike. At first blush, it appeared he was with his daughter. However, it became apparent she was his ‘date’…
My uncle, a fishing guide in Argentina, taught me a lot about ‘catch and release’ and hooking a big one. This scene involved a lot of flounder.
Big Daddy was pulling out $100 bills out of his shirt pocket and waving them before the young woman seated across from him. As she leaned in towards him he smirked and pulled the money closer to his chest. The phrase,”Dirty old man” came to mind…
The ancient waitress with the beehive kept busy delivering Cosmopolitans to the young lady. Does Ethics ever come into play??
Fortunately, I didn’t get to see how the both games played out as my friends and I had tickets to see a replay of the vintage movie, “Some Like it Hot.”