The Drink Tank 068 (2006).pdf

Yet Another Fanzine Spit Out

By Christopher J. Garcia

The Drink Tank Issue 68

cover by Frank Wu

You know, the irst thing I do af-

ter I send Good Ol’ Bill my issue of The

Drink Tank is start the next, and I think

Frank Wu has captured that nicely with

his cover this issue.

So, what’s this issue about? Well,

it’s the last one before Cinequest, so I

have a lot to say about what’s coming

up, and there’s so much to say about so

many things, I’m just going to get on

with it.

If I Only Had The Money:

The Movieland Wax Museum Auction

Well, it’s happened. They closed one

of the big Wax Museums and are now sell-

ing off the pieces. I’m doomed, because they

sent me the catalog and I’m seriously think-

ing about bidding on several things that are

on the block. There are limits in my money

bags, which are actually quite shallow, but

there are things that are hard to pass up.

I’ve spent much of the last few days exam-

ining the goods available. There are some

amazing buys that

someone is just going

to snap up.

I’m most inter-

ested in the pieces

that speak of the

museum itself. It was

such a part of the Or-

ange County Tourist

thing that I’d love to

own pieces of it.

The ive things

I want more than the rest are the sign that

hung over the entrance (top left), the glass-

fronted display (bottom left), The fake ticket

booth, below, and of course, the Lighted

Sign that stood on top of the building. While

I could probably win the sign over the en-

trance (they’re starting the bidding at 50

dollars) all the oth-

ers are too much

for my blood and I’ll

just have to dream.

Still, the pieces

are wonderful and

owning a piece of a

place where I spent

a fair amount of

time when I was

younger would be a

treat that I couldn’t

pass up.

Now, other than the pieces they have

of their own history, there are pieces that

I want to collect

because they are

of wonderful enter-

tainers. There’s a

Harold Lloyd igure

(which doesn’t look

like him at all) and

one of Tom Mix

(that actually does

look like him) and

one of Myrna Loy

and William Powell,

of Laurel & Hardy,

of Tiger Woods, and on and

on.

But, there’s always the

Gold Standard. The bridge.

Do I even have to say that it’s

of the Enterprise C? That’s

right, the First Generation,

complete with Wax igures

of Shatner, Nimoy, Kelley,

Doohan and Nichols is on the

block. This is the highlight of

the auction for us SF geeks.

What I wouldn’t give to have

it.

So, it all goes on

sale March the 11th. If you

wanna see the catalog, go to

www.assetreliance.com. I

wouldn’t go if you don’t have

the strength to resist pur-

chasing!

Have No Fear, there are still plenty of Wax Museums around. Along with those famous

ones in London and Paris, there are well-loved Wax Museums in Niagara Falls, San Fran-

cisco, in Hollywood and I believe there’s a good one in Vegas. I love Wax igures, so I’m

sad to see Movieland go

A Tale About a couple of Girls Down

by M LLoyd

Art by Zombie Bunny

I’ve got a lot of stories about Girls

Gone Bad. In many cases, I’m the one who

has caused said girls to go the way of Evil.

This is a story of a girl I had a lot to do with,

but I certainly wasn’t the one who turned

her the way she went.

It all started one day in the 1990s,

a decade full of promise, and I had been

single, sorta, for a few weeks. I say sorta

because I was dating a guy (my future hus-

band) and I was messing around openly with

another girl (she’s often featured in this here

rag) but I had another girl that I had started

playing around with when I could get away

with it, whcih was about two to three hours

every day. She lived in the dorm that was

just across the street from my place. She

wasn’t a perfect girl, oh Heavens no, but she

was a black haired girl of eighteen years who

had all the right pieces, even if they weren’t

in deal form.

I met her one afternoon while walking

to the store. I liked this little Mom and Pop

place and it was about two blocks south.

She was standing outside smoking one after-

noon. It was cold that day, I remember that,

and she was wearing a thin jacket. I remem-

ber thinking that she could’t be warm. I

went in and got a few things, enough to ill

a small bag, and a bottle of wine. I wasn’t

conciously planning to seduce her, but

the way the bottle of wine was sticking

out of the bag would actually make me

a bit guilty. I mean she was obviously

a kid, just off the wagon from Western

Mass, and I had a bottle of wine.

“Hey, you mind if I bum one of

your cigarettes?”

“No problem.”

“Thanks, I’ve been wanting one

all day.”

I leaned up agaist the wall next

to her as she pulled out a package and

shook one of them loose. She handed

me a Kool, which is really the only

brand you should be smoking if you’re

a girl. I pulled a lighter out of my inner coat

pocket, making sure not to bring the pack of

cigarettes with them.

“I’m Nancy.” She smiled as she lit my

smoke. I decided to be far too cinematic for

my own good by lighting the smoke, inhal-

ing, fully exhaling and then staring her in

the eyes.

“I’m M.”

“M?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a short name.”

“Well, I’ve got a longer one.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I’m not sure I should tell you

yet.”

At his point, she was hooked in a way

that I know girls get and guys really don’t

understand. She saw that I was interesting

and I was older and I had a bit of mystery.

off.

A couple of minutes later, we got to

my place. SaBean had moved in with Ju-

dith already and Jay was off in Europe for a

semester, so I had no roommates. The two of

us simply drank that bottle of wine, I used

my skills to get ingrained in her head and

she laughed at all my jokes. It was a beauti-

ful afternoon spliting that bottle of wine. I

gave her a close and long hug right before

she left. Less than ive minutes after Nancy

left, I had to start getting ready for my date.

I had cut it a little close, but still, it was

worth it for the next couple of weeks.

I did mess up and not get her phone

number that irst day, but I igured if she

was hanging around outside the store smok-

ing, she must be there a lot. I made the walk

every day and I found Nancy there exactly

one week later. I went stopped and talked to

her for a while and I asked if she wanted to

head over to my place again. Nancy was very

eager.

This time, I bought a large bottle

of wine and called Eric to tell him that I

wouldn’t be around all-night because I was

going to some meeting out in Western Mass.

I also unplugged the

phone.

We inished

the wine fast, then

we started talking

about guys on my

couch. Then I start-

ed kissing her. Then

she started reacting.

It all went perfect

from there. She was

reserved and even

said the most cli-

ched thing you can

say in this situation:

‘I’ve never done any-

thing like this be-

fore.’ Could’ve fooled

me, the girl had a

tongue and knew

how to use it.

The evening

was great, we or-

That made her want

to be me. I know

that sounds weird,

but it’s totally true.

I knew that she’d

follow if I led, and so

I made some small

talk (I seem to re-

member it being

about her school,

Boston College) and

then went for the

kill.

“You wanna

come with me to my

place, help me kill

this bottle of wine?”

I can still

remember how her

eyes got all glassy

when I asked her.

“OK.”

And we were

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