How I Learned To Love Drag Part 8

"Of course I should mention The Guess Who and Bachman-Turner Overdrive."

"American Woman. Right?" asked May.

"Yes, and many more . . . But more recently, did you see Nia Vardalos in My Big Fat Greek Wedding?"

"Who?" asked Daniel.

"Nia Vardalos."

"I saw the movie. I loved it!" said May. "She had the lead role. And didn't she write the screenplay as well?"

"That's right," I said. "She came out of Second City, I think in both Chicago and Toronto."

"It was one of those small films that developed a word of mouth following," added May. "A sleeper hit."

Dave and Daniel looked at each other. "A chick flick!" they said in unison.

"No, it wasn't a chick flick!" said May adamantly.

A waiter interrupted us to take our orders.

"Hello everybody, my name is John. I will be serving you today. Are you ready to order? Or should I come back later?"

The slightly overweight, college age fellow spoke confidently. He wore Coke bottle see-more glasses, plus a cap, a tan shirt, a tie and Indian Red pants - the uniform of all of the White Spot employees.

I seemed to pass the waiter's initial scrutiny without much notice, other than what I thought might have been a look of admiration.

The others seemed to know what they wanted. They went with the special of the day. Being a Friday, it was Dover Sole with a garden salad.

"I'll have what they're having," I said.

Dave stifled a laugh.

When the attendant hurried off to the kitchen, Dave snickered, "That's a line from our scene."

"You're right. I forgot about that."

"Hey, this is perfect," said May. "You guys could do the When Harry Met Sally scene right here, right now."

"Yes," agreed Daniel. "We missed it. We'd love to see you guys do it."

"Maybe later," suggested Dave. "Although my head is still smarting from the pounding it received." He lifted his ball cap for a moment and rubbed his forehead gingerly.