Happy Hour & The Big Lebowski

Last night, I went to happy hour with some of my pals from work. It was a farewell happy hour actually, as my last day was Wednesday. Combine this fact with my recent viewing of the Coen brother’s film, The Big Lebowski, and there was fodder for a discussion between Red and I.

Red: How many Bloody Marys did you have last night? (I was suffering from a bit of a hangover)

Kathy: Just one.

Red: Impossible. No one feels this bad after one Bloody Mary.

Kathy: (trying to avoid Red’s eye) Well…

Red: Come on! You can tell me. After all, whom am I going to tell?

Kathy: (shrugging) Well, the one Bloody Mary gave me the idea to salute The Dude! (Jeff Bridges’ character in the movie drinks White Russians)

Red: Seriously? You mixed drinks? Haven’t you learned anything from your _ _ _ ty years on this planet?

Kathy: I only drank two White Russians. Three drinks total.

Red: Two White Russians?! You’re the lightweight drinker here. I can’t believe it. I shouldn’t have let you go by yourself.

Kathy: I hate to point this out, but even though my co-workers know I wrote a book called Red Mojo Mama, most don’t know I talk to you! They might have suspected I had too much to drink if you had come along.

Red: Excuse me. You DID have too much to drink!

Kathy: I just had a little headache this morning.

Red: You’ve taken three naps and it’s now 1 p.m.

Kathy: Geez, you’re harsh.

Red: And besides, I can understand having a little more than normal on a special occasion but switching to White Russians? Bloody Marys are our drink. It’s like you were cheating on me!

Kathy: Yeah, but it was with Jeff Bridges.

Red: (Thoughtful for a minute) Okay, you’re forgiven. I did watch the movie with you, you know. Wasn’t he just the coolest guy? Loved the hair.

Kathy: See? I had to do tribute to The Dude.

Red: I understand. I really do.

Red handed me a medicinal Bloody Mary. Within minutes, I felt much more like myself. I think I will survive the remainder of the Saturday after happy hour.