Cougars and Grandpaws on the prowl?

There are two kinds of people…

There are those who age gracefully with imagescoupanache and elegance… and others who go kicking and screaming grabbing for another vial of Botox or a little blue pill.

They do not go gentle into the night…or day.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas

I went to a double feature last night. I joined  friends at a well-known, colorful, bar called the Golden Drachma. It’s 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.

Ladies and Gentlemen… oh – sorry -wrong crowd

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 floor show 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( GrandPaw)  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 ancient  waitress with the beehive hairdo kept busy delivering Cosmopolitans to the young lady. Liquid courage?

Do Beehive Barbie and bartender have any kind moral obligation regarding patrons?

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.”

Would we ever venture back to “the Drama?” Doubt it…

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