[Leica] leni riefenstahl, jill greenberg, sally mann and kyle cassidy walk into a bar ....

[kcassidy at asc.upenn.edu (Kyle Cassidy)]

Leni wants something, but she'll only speak german, so the bartender keeps 
ignoring her, but she's getting beligerant.
 
"A round of Loud Mouth Soup!" I bellow over the excessive music, which I 
suddenly notice is "ABBA", at volumes not recommended by the makers of the 
sound system, I'm sure. On top of the disco syncopations is a rythmic 
flatulance of an over driven speaker, possibly with a hole in it.
 
"Do something about this goddamn music!" I shout to Sally, she starts 
fishing around in her gigantic purse and heads over to the jukebox. 
Meanwhile, the bartender produces four frosted glasses and pours gin in them 
indescrimantly from a bucket. A lot of it splashes on the bar.
 
"I'm all out of olives," he yells, throwing a shiny penny in each of the 
drinks before pushing them towards us, "and vermouth. That'll be --" he 
thinks a minute, his eyes rolling back in his head before popping back like 
cherrys on a slot machine, "eighty dollars."
 
"Eighty what?!" I exclaim, "that better be Canadian."
 
"You want to hang with the poneys, you gotta live with the horses," he says, 
staring into my eyes.
 
The music suddenly stops and the bar is dead silent in the split second that 
I yell
 
"What the hell does that mean?" at the top of my voice. All heads turn 
towards me. I look around embarrassed. The other patrons eye me like I've 
shown up at a funeral in a clown suit. Sally looks over from the juke box 
and presses a button. Some hideous country and western song begins yodling 
through the sound system and everybody turns back to their drinks.
 
"Eighty dollars," says the bartender again.
 
Suddenly, completely without warning Jill reaches across the bar and slaps 
him hard in the side of the head, the bartender reels back with a look of 
complete astonishment on his face as Jill snaps his photo with an old Crown 
Graphic she was hiding behind her back. The bulb makes a POP! noise audible 
over the music and we're all momentarily blinded. The bartender shakes his 
head and Jill ejects the bulb onto the floor and loads another one.
 
"Thanks gramps," she says. 
 
"To hell with this dump," Leni says, twirling around on the bar stool and 
tossing an empty martini glass over her shoulder, "Let's go to Courtney 
Love's party, there's bound to be more action there."
 
 
 
How should I react?
 
a) Say, "No, let's sit around here and photograph one another, I have a 
noctilux!"
b) Say, "Yeah, that sounds good. I already blew all my cash on four drinks."
c) Slap Jill Greenberg
d) Ask Sally what she wants to do
e) Answer in fake German, to see if I can make Leni go mad thinking she's 
forgotten how to speak her native language