Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys, April 27, 2023
Musso and Frank Grill, Los Angeles, April 26th, 2023
The Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys
The Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys are sitting at their usual bar stools at the Frolic Room on a 90 degree sunny afternoon in Los Angeles.
Patrick: I’m tired of looking at all of this Cinco de Mayo Pancho Villa crap.
Timothy: Yeah. All these Mexicans ordering tequila and Modesto beer is kinda irritating.
Patrick: The Mariachi music is driving me nuts.
Timothy: Those damned accordions drive me insane. It’s like bad polka music. The only thing worse are those Scottish bagpipes.
Patrick: Let’s head down Hollywood Boulevard to Musso and Frank’s.
Timothy: But that’s expensive and Italian.
Patrick: Well, I’m half Italian and we made some extra dough on the last job.
Timothy: No way I’m walking down Hollywood Boulevard in this blue tuxedo. You know what happens.
Patrick: I told you to tape your ass shut. But anyway, I’ll call my cop friend and he’ll give us a ride.
The Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys walk out of the Frolic Room into the heat and sunshine of an LA afternoon. A cop car pulls up and the boys climb in the back seat.
Chico the Cop: And to what do I owe the pleasure of hauling your fat cummerbund powder blue asses around?
Patrick: Your countrymen at the Frolic Room didn’t like our Irish faces.
Chico: Who can blame them?
Timothy: We’d like to go to Musso and Frank’s.
Chico: So now you’re Mafia?
Patrick: We just want a quiet place without the damned Mariachi music.
Chico: Now you insult my culture. I should throw you out in the street.
Timothy: Chico, you have to admit that Mariachi music is just a Minnesota Polka Band on meth.
Chico laughs: You guys crack me up.
Chico takes the boys to the Musso and Frank Grill. The boys get out of the police car and walk into the restaurant.
Timothy: Yikes! Does this place use infrared lighting?
Patrick: Nah. The red wallpaper, carpets, and upholstery just cover up the blood.
The boys go up to the bar and order a couple Americano drinks.
Patrick: Best not to order a Negroni. It might be misinterpreted.
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you two remind me of Sheryl Crow – All I Wanna Do song
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