After the follies we've arranged to meet up with Randy and line our stomachs with a well deserved stiff drink.
Randy knows all the hot spots and has suggested The Tropicale. It is very chic and a modern take on a tiki bar, if tiki bars had any taste whatsoever. I never grow tired of being ushered into a delightful banquette - why do Melbourne restaurants have such a banquette deficit!?
I order a delightful martini, and I'm not kidding when i say grant and I shared a poo poo platter! (it was surprisingly delectable by the way - drinks and poo poos are the perfect late night suggestion)
We shoot the show biz breeze and hear lots of backstage stories about Carol Burnett. fabulous.
I lamely try to introduce the words BARRY MANILOW into the conversation ..... then I try mental telepathy ....should. i. be. ready. for. alton. to. pick. me. up...........
Chances of me and Barry performing a drunken duet of the pina colada song at midnight on new years eve are growing dim.
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