Stephen and I have this thing we do. I put on my tiara attitude and launch into a very complicated order for a lemon drop martini, which they don't now, nor probably will ever, serve at the Honda Center.
Me: (Big, dumb smile) I'll have a lemon drop martini; shake it four times longer than usual, please.
Me: Pour it in a big cup with an extra twisty lemon peel...
Blake: (Eye roll)
Me: I like an enormous amount of sugar on the rim, please. Like it's just falling off all over. (Big exaggerated imitation of sugar hopelessly falling off the rim.)
Stephen: (Pause) Security!!!
Man, that never gets old.
The guys in line behind me waiting to order their beer don't think it's as funny as we do.