Scandia, Ships,

with my second husband in tow, i insisted on eating at Scandia because i had read about it as a child and i figured it was a place that Columbo might go if you twisted his arm. i wore a special black jogging suit with baggy pants and silver metallic studs and shoulder pads. we were the only people there and the food tasted like out of a can. but there was a wash room attendant with a turquoise plastic radio tuned to Gladys Knight hawking peppermints and hand cream. i gave her a dollar. it was the eighties and the marriage went south from there.
i went to Ships with Kenwood. this was the 80s, before my second marriage to Richard, my only dating decade, in my 30s. the estrogen must have been roaring or something. (thanks Helen Reddy). i met him in my "Stanislawski method acting class at ucla extension taught by Larisa Erymovna. really i remember her name. she thought Bob Hope was "distinguished". this her highest compliment. i played the ugly sister in Uncle Vanya, type casting. and i met Kenwood, which i now believe was a false name of a married man. they were always married but not being honest. Kenwood and I went to Ships and used the toasters on the table, every table a booth! and every booth with its own toaster! and a great googie sign.