saturday cocktail hour
Aug. 14th, 2010 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireThe Alamo Ritz had a screening of a really fantastic film as part of their cinema cocktail series. There's a lot of drinking going on in The Thin Man. They ran specials on classic Manhattans, dirty martinis, and wonderful vodka gimlets. Plus the show was in the early afternoon, so we could order off the "brunch" menu. Mmm bacon cheddar scones and vodka gimlets. We also lucked into buying tickets for the balcony seats. The Ritz has two balconies, with reclining love seats. You have to take the super slow elevator up and walk through the projection room to get to them. It's awesome and totally worth the surcharge to sit way up there.
On our way down to the theater this afternoon, we witnessed the beginning of a police chase. When the officer tried to pull the guy over, he drove his truck off the road and onto the rail tracks to try and speed away! Bizarre. I wonder if they caught him. Probably, because the way the land is right there meant there was no way he could have driven back up from the tracks to the highway for quite a ways.
It was quite hot and humid this afternoon. I laid around reading Vanity Fair instead of doing anything productive. Well, I learned a little about the modern art museums of Los Angeles and some about Cary Grant's therapy & LSD use and some other things, so I guess it wasn't entirely wasted. I love magazines, with their slick pages and riotous profusion of articles and photo essays.
There are several serious topics percolating away in my head, but I haven't summoned up the stamina to address them. Soon maybe.
On our way down to the theater this afternoon, we witnessed the beginning of a police chase. When the officer tried to pull the guy over, he drove his truck off the road and onto the rail tracks to try and speed away! Bizarre. I wonder if they caught him. Probably, because the way the land is right there meant there was no way he could have driven back up from the tracks to the highway for quite a ways.
It was quite hot and humid this afternoon. I laid around reading Vanity Fair instead of doing anything productive. Well, I learned a little about the modern art museums of Los Angeles and some about Cary Grant's therapy & LSD use and some other things, so I guess it wasn't entirely wasted. I love magazines, with their slick pages and riotous profusion of articles and photo essays.
There are several serious topics percolating away in my head, but I haven't summoned up the stamina to address them. Soon maybe.