I say, “Yeah, hi, Nancy.”
She says, “Here, would you care for a—James, please.” And James comes over with a big tray of drinks. There are these tall, skinny glasses, you know, the long, skinny stems? I had never really held one of those glasses, so I grab it and it tips over! Instantly! And down it goes, all over the floor. She says, “Oh, I’m sorry.”
And with that everybody’s rushing and running round. So James says, “Excuse me, sir.” He brushes off the furniture, where I spilled all the goo-goo all over it. I take another one of these things, and I’m walking around. It’s a martini, see.
I had never had a martini before. The only thing my old man ever talked about in the way of actual drink was, “How about some booze?” Now we didn’t ever have any actual names for these drinks—it was just called booze. And—then he had a thing—once in a while when he was really putting on the dog—as he would say—he would have a thing called “a highball.” Now a highball means that you put booze in a glass, and then you pour in ginger ale. That was what a highball was.
So I’ve got this thing—a martini, see, and it tasted terrible—like I’m drinking some kind of strange chemical. Ohooo! Wow! Has this little olive bobbing up and down there. I like the olive, so I reach in and took it out and I crunch—it is the first olive I’ve ever seen in my life that has an almond in it! So, whole new things are opening already. I’m walking around with these people, and suddenly they all move like a herd of cattle. They say, “Oh—it’s time for dinner. Oh oh oh oh.”