A spontaneous trip to the Indian casino puts me at the Crazy 4 poker table between two chain smoking older men laughing too loudly at the dealer's jokes. After a hand worse than the first, I slide under the smoke cloud and off my stool, heading for the terrace with a panoramic view of the mountain vista. Fresh, cool air flushes my face as I open the glass door and step into the sunshine. This alone is worth the hour drive. About 20 others enjoy the view, sitting at little tables against the railing.
Some have cocktails and chat, others simply sit in silence gazing at the mountains. I find the perfect nook and settle into the corner chair, turning it to face the railing. Two women chatter on my left. Their conversation does not pause when I sit down. They are both blond with hair styled in the edgey cuts so fashionable these days. The one with her back to me wears a turquoise top and a thick gold chain around her neck. As she speaks she waves her left hand up and around, red nails swirling. Her right hand holds a glass of white wine.
Her friend is also heavily necklaced with gold chains that drop down an impressive cleavage revealing an orange tan underneath her tight white sweater. She sports large black sunglasses with the Channel logo on the side, which I see when she steals glances of the vista as her friend drones on.
The face I can see is tight, but both pairs of hands and little cracks in the voices suggest late 40s, early 50s. The one in white holds a drink in one hand and a cig in the other. She nods in agreement as her friend rants:
Turquoise: I mean, I just told him, I said, "Just tell me right now. Is this how it's gonna be? Grilling me every time I don't call back right away?".
White: Oh. Yeah. Right.
Turquoise: Right? Who needs that? I don't need that.
White: Who needs it?
Turquoise: I told him. I'm not your wife, hell I'm not your girlfriend -
White: Hahaha! Exactly. Oh these guys, these poor guys just don't know what to do with us.
Turquoise: TELL me. I mean, tell me about it. The insecurity, the checking up, the checking in. I don't need that.
White: No, no. Me neither.
Turquoise: He's acting like a little girl. Haha! He's acting like one of his little girlfriends he complains to me about!
White: Ha! Isn't that just precious. Well, here, girl (she holds her drink to toast). We've come full circle.
Turquoise: Cheers to that! Come on. Let's go find some young and dumbs at the bar.
The two pop compacts, relipstick and strut inside. I finish jotting down some notes of this conversation and look to the blue sky, about to commit the scenario to memory. A hawk circles high above, looking for prey.