Let’s go out to dinner to a place I heard was really great. Let’s get a couple appetizers and a couple of plates. Twenty-four dollars including drinks and tax and tip. With your arm in my arm, I think I can taste what heaven is.
And the waitress we had got on my nerves. She read the specials when I’d already decided what I wanted served. And I wanted to blame her more than I should. She just wants to be an actress, she wants so bad for it to happen, and she was doing the best she could. And it was really pretty good.
Let’s go to the movies because I believe that I have had enough. Let’s dig the majesty of Hollywood, like Bette Davis and all that stuff. I love it when the lights dim, I love to see the curtains go up. I love the way the place just soothes me when my day’s been really rough.
And the picture I saw was for the birds. The dialogue was lazy and the characters and pacing were indescribably absurd. But in the cool of the theater, with the Coke we’d spiked, I lean back in my seat and reach out for the heat of my baby at my side. And really it was all right.