What's the matter? Were you too cheap to stagger into London's Groucho Club or to slug saketinis on the roof deck of Sushi Samba 7?
Too cheap hell. I could only afford to hit Clarence's Bar and Grill one night a week to have a couple of hot dogs and "tall Blues," and to play a few Lorita Lynn tunes on the juke. I thought Groucho was one of the Marx brothers, and never heard of sushi and all that.