Lavender Room

I started thinking about giving Old Phoebe a buzz again. I wouldn't have minded shooting the crap with her. But I decided against it again. I went down to the Lavender Room. I tried to get the waiter to give me a scotch and soda. But I ended up getting a coke when I couldn't produce an ID. But it wasn't all bad though. There were these three girls all wearing fancy looking hats, at the table next to me. Two of them weren't all that attractive, but the third one, the blond one, she was. I started giving her the eye. I asked her to dance. She was an amazing dancer, not kidding, she really was. I tried to talk to her but she wasn't really paying attention she kept looking all around her. She was a real dope. But a terrific dancer. Then, all of a sudden, she came out with this really dumb remark; " I and my girlfriends saw Peter Lorre last night. The movie actor in person. He's cute.' She was really a moron. But a great dancer. I started jitterbugging with her. It was great. I then danced with the two less attractive ones, they weren't as good. One of them practically dragged me 'round the dance floor.

After I'd danced with all three of 'em I went and sat at there table, they didn't even ask me to join them. I just sat down anyways. I kept trying to make conversation with them. Most of the time they didn't even bother to respond. They kept looking around, looking for movie stars I guessed. They didn't even talk to each other. When we left they didn't even offer to pay for the drinks. Not even the ones they had before I joined them. I wouldn't have let the pay, it just would've been nice if they'd've offered. We didn't even sit together long but they must've ordered about a hundred drinks.