Dinner @ 8
by Braden
Tonight’s guests:
Teresa Palmer Ana Ivanovic Lyle Lovett George ClooneyIt’s Sunday night, so, it must be another impromptu dinner party. One thing led to another, as it always does, and Marisa’s and I’s place became a “destination” on Sundays for casual seeking locals and visiting friends and acquaintances. Thankfully, the guests are diverse and interesting given that Marisa’s odd job brings her in touch with lots of “characters.”
This week, I guess George was looking for a little more, but I’d just gotten back from Lexington and couldn’t track down the starlet of the week, although, I was able to persuade Ana to stop by on her way to NYC. Luckily, Teresa had called Marisa this morning and somehow ended up here. I suppose ingénue will have to due.
Lyle had heard from a friend that I had free dinner and/or parties. I told him he could come if he cheered the hell up! I also asked him if he was a vegetarian before I gave him the directions. I don’t know why I ask if people are vegans, I’m not going to change the menu. Anyway, there’s always some salad-ish thing they can eat or…just drink.
George: More wine?
Ana: I think sex is over rated.
George: What? I said wine, not whine.
Teresa: Ana, I don’t think you got the right instruction manual, because there’s one thing for sure, and that’s that all women love it so much that they let men control them!
Lyle: I…
Marisa: I don’t think so. Braden doesn’t control me at all. I even make more money than him.
Braden: Well…I’m just starting…
Lyle: Yeah, he…
Marisa: Sure you are honey and that’s what I love about you.
Braden: Thanks Lyle…
Teresa: Then who was on top last night?
Ana: What does that prove?
Teresa: Who?
Marisa: He was?
George: Way to go!
Lyle: Huh?
Teresa: See. Who had more orgasms?
Marisa: I’m sure I did, but that’s good.
Teresa: Yeah, dazzle ‘em with fireworks and they’ll never leave the kitchen.
Ana: Men don’t have anything to do with that.
Teresa: Maybe, maybe not.
Lyle: It’s my fault.
Ana: That women have more orgasms?
Lyle: Well, girls tend to have multiples with me and I like it. Does that make me controlling?
Marisa: Lyle!
Teresa: What’s your secret big boy?
Braden: So, George…
George: I’m not stopping this…
Ana: Oh please don’t stop it.
Braden: What are you doing?
George: More wine Ana?
Braden: Why did I know we’d talk about sex with an Aussie here?
Teresa: Because I speak my mind.
Braden: Well, it spoketh.
Teresa: There is a dearth of sex in America.
Marisa: She has a point.
George: I like that word… dearth.
Ana: Dearth? It’s spooky.
Teresa: Hello! Sex anyone?
Marisa: Ooooh me! Me!
George: Sex is best if you wait Teresa, so, just hold your horses.
Teresa: I can wait.
Marisa: I can’t.
Braden: So, Lyle…
Lyle: I brought a tape of something I’m working on. Wanna hear it?
George: What’s it called?
Lyle: “Don’t get it much anymore.”
Braden: Hey! I warned you!
Teresa: Most songs are about sex.
George: Do you have a boyfriend Teresa?
Ana: That’s a sexist question.
George: Is not. Do you have a boyfriend…currently?
Ana: The way you say it, it is.
Teresa: I do…not.
George: See?
Ana: See what?
Lyle: Hi Teresa. More wine?
Teresa: Thanks Lyle, You’re the only gentleman in the group.
Lyle: Well, I…
Marisa: Does anybody want desert?
Ana: Dinner was fabulous.
Braden: Thanks. I’d offer some Pinkberry, but Teresa would accuse me of oppressing women by way of fat…or non-fat or whatever it is that’s in that stuff.
Teresa: Yes, but that particular “newgurt” has a special exemption.
Braden: You don’t say? What about a classic like Ben and Jerry’s?
Teresa: That too.
Braden: Then what doesn’t?
Teresa: I don’t have specifics, but I know it when I see it.
Ana: Then maybe you should be a Chief Justice.
George: Maybe we better eat the politics and dump the “newgurt?”.
Braden: Well said.
Lyle: I like ice cream. My ex liked it too.
Marisa: But, did that skinny-winny eat any…thing?
Lyle: I don’t wanna talk about it.
Braden: groan
Ana: So George…
George: I like your game…it’s so sexy.
Ana: Well, it’s tennis, ya know? Sexiest game in town.
George: Yeah, I hear you.
Lyle: You’re a tennis player?
Ana: Yes. What’d you think?
Lyle: I thought you were a publicist or something…
Ana: Humm, thanks.
Lyle: No, no. I mean publisher.
Ana: Oh. Humm. Well…
Marisa: Lyle honey, when is your next CD coming out?
Lyle: When the tears stop.
Teresa: A real peppy one then?
Lyle: Oh, yes, sure. More wine?
Braden: Lyle…
George: Anyway, Ana, I’ll be in NY next week, we should have dinner. Maybe Thursday?
Ana: I’m having dinner with Lake Bell that night. Friday?
George: Sure, I’ll cancel my dumb interview with Interview.
Ana: Gotta eat.
Marisa: And, with that, we gotta sleep.
Braden: I’ll clean up M.
Marisa: Nice…Goodnight all.
All: Goodnight.
George and Ana leave in separate limos. Teresa attempts to help with the dishes, but I send her home before I have to buy more dishes. Lyle fell asleep on the couch listening to his tape and left the next day before we awoke. He also left a box of exceptional pastries from the bakery down the street.
He really is a good guy.
June 2008
Tags: ana ivanovic, dinner party, dinner@8, george clooney, los angeles, lyle lovett, new york, sex, teresa palmer, wine