Posts Tagged ‘bourbon’

One Scary Night

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November 1st, 2009 Posted 7:43 am

We went to a Halloween party last night. Halloween – what’s that all about? Not my favorite – all those ghosts and vampires and Frankenstein monsters. I did a lot of barking, I can tell you that. Bernie went as Elvis Presley but no one got it and I never want to see that again. Then a big discussion started about whether it’s good or bad that we don’t turn our clocks back here in the Valley. A big discussion between all these masked monsters. What the heck? But it just so happened that Max’s Memphis Ribs sent a delivery, so the night turned out great after all. Right now I’m thinking it should be time for Elvis gospel but the radio’s not on and from the way Bernie’s snoring I don’t see him getting up any time soon. Did I mention the bourbon?

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A Lucky Day

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July 20th, 2009 Posted 8:02 am

Was it possible? Yes, more than possible. I could smell it. I could see it. There, right out on Muriel Breit’s kitchen counter: ┬ábacon strips lying on a piece of paper towel. How many bacon strips? Couldn’t tell you, but more than two. And then, pretty quickly, there were none! Delish. I wandered back into Muriel’s office, licking my lips. No one seemed to notice me.

“… even shooting scenes in Death Valley in the summer,” Muriel was saying. “Von Stroheim ended up with a nine hour movie, totally crazy. That was when Louis B. Mayer stepped in. Know much about him?”

“Not really,” Bernie said.

“Ever read a book called An Empire of Their Own: How the Jews Invented Hollywood?”

“Nope,” Bernie said.

“A good book,” said Muriel. She freshened their glasses – they were drinking bourbon, don’t know if I got that in yet. “Okay,” she said: “Louis B. Mayer.”

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Meeting in Smoky Places

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July 19th, 2009 Posted 12:14 pm

“Let’s start with Erich von Stroheim,” said Muriel Breit. By that time her office was nice and smoky from the cigarettes she and Bernie were smoking; also a bottle of bourbon had appeared. “He came from Vienna where he claimed to be from the Austrian nobility. In fact, his background was Jewish and middle class.” Jewish? What was that again? Wasn’t quite able to come up with it, but for some reason I found myself thinking of the Berkowitz divorce case, one of our very worst. We hate divorce work, me and Bernie, and we hated the Berkowitz divorce the worst. “He was one of the best directors of the silent era, and was also an actor,” Muriel said. “Ever seen Sunset Boulevard?”

“The pictures got smaller,” Bernie said.

Muriel gazed at him for a moment, then started laughing, don’t ask me why. Laughing turned to hacking. Bernie pounded on her back. “Oh, Bernie,” she said, gasping for breath – always scary when humans did that. “You’re full of surprises.”

“That’s been my downfall,” Bernie said. That made Muriel laugh again. And then more hacking. Enough. I went into another room, which turned out to be the kitchen. And what did I see on the counter?

Plus: What day is it? Elvis Gospel day!

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