Last night, a friend and I had a quick dinner before going to see the latest touring company of My Fair Lady. (Yes, it was loverly.) Anyway, as we snarfed our food in 45 minutes so we could get to the theater before the curtain rose, we noticed that the couple at the next table was hanging on our every word. They were brazen about it, too. I caught the hubby's eye and he just kept staring at me!I wasn't especially profane and our conversation wasn't especially juicy. Topics covered included:
• My friends, who recently split
• Her 80 year old mother's recent bicycle accident (nothing serious, but Mom's really gotta wear a helmet)
• My lack of gray hair
• Her 30th college reunion
• How her husband really has to stop texting her because she doesn't know how to retrieve the messages
You know, I know us and didn't think we were all that interesting. But I guess we just have so much native charm, style and panache that it's not what we said, but how we said it. Or that those two just don't get out that much.
Maybe they were shrinks...you know, can't help but listen to other people. It's second nature to them.
ReplyDeleteG'day from Australia,
ReplyDeleteMy Fair Lady is always great, on screen or on stage.
And just following up your comment, I started going grey in my mid-twenties!!!
I think panache sums it up very, very well.
ReplyDeleteMaybe they didn't know what to say to each other and relied on you? I donno, I'd vote for native charm.
ReplyDeletePS--how do I make you my friend on Shelfari??
Allison
... and thanks for the generous comment on my blog, too!!!
ReplyDeleteAbout Shelfari: I'm having a hard time navigating around that site. Makes me so frustrated I wanna cry. If I figure out the "friend" thing, I'll let you know …
ReplyDeleteI bet those stories will end up on their blogs. Or that is what would have happened if I'd been sitting there. Of course, I would have not been so obvious about it.
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