You've seen Breakfast at Tiffany's, right? You know OJ Berman? Holly Golightly's agent friend who always calls Paul Varjak Fred-Baby? We were sitting in front of a bunch of his offspring last night at the Dodger game. Real schmoozy Hollywood muckity-mucks. Only they were considerably less entertaining. They all strolled in wearing expensive looking suits with no ties and spent half of the 5 innings they were there drinking beer and talking about casting shoots and set walk-throughs and the other half drinking beer and fixing the world of sports. These were four men who clearly knew everything and loved nothing more than to hear themselves talk, and talk, and talk. Oh, my, the talking. What's the point of saying anything if you don't saying it 10 times. It got really amusing when the ringleader got up to go get another beer and offered to get the other fellas something, (insert transplanted east-coaster accent) "You boys want anything? You? You want something refreshing? I'll get you something refreshing. A beer? How about a refreshing beer? How about I get you a nice, cool refreshing beer? I'll get you something refreshing. And you? Ice water? I know you. You want ice water. I'll get you an ice water."
It was only moderately annoying, up until Tommy Lasorda came out to watch a bit of the game and they started ragging on him. UNACCEPTABLE! I wanted to turn around and accidentally dump my Icee on them. I refrained because what a waste of a perfectly good - no, refreshing - Icee.