Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

<Wassau enters the cafe from the kitchen>

Welcome all, first drinks on the house......and here's some herring for Betty and Bob out back in the pool. First one off the treehouse slide gets a back rub......

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Starting right off with good music this sunny Wednesday afternoon, Dys's choice:

s'mor cohen:
One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh . . . I need you now

And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"let all my guests come in."

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And all go stumbling through that house
In lonely secrecy
Saying "do reveal yourself"
Or "why has thou forsaken me? "

And no one knows where the night is going ...

All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall

And no one knows where the night is going ...

Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going ...

One by the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going ...

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tis so nice to be here i may take my hat off and kiss the hands of the loverly ladies.

oohh, Dys, swooning.........and where, pray tell is your southern nun? Is she really soooooo busy she doesn't have time to stop in some? If so, well, tell her we've got a table reserved for her, right here in the sunny spot table by the front window.

Nice place you got here missy

Please pass me a sarsaparilla - neat

All Stripped Down
(Tom Waits)

Well the time will come
When the wind will shout
All stripped down
All stripped down
And all the sinners know
What I'm talking about
All stripped down
All stripped down
When all the creatures of the world
Are gonna line up at the gate

And you better be on time
And you better not be late
All stripped
All stripped down

Well you know in your heart
What you gotta bring
All stripped down
All stripped down
No big mink coat
No diamond ring
All stripped down
All stripped down

Well take off your paint
Take off your rouge
All stripped down
All stripped down
Let your backbone flip
And let your spirit shine through
I want you all stripped
All stripped
All stripped down

All the men we got
Well they're goin' down the drain
All stripped down
All stripped down
And when I see your sadness
On a river of shame
All stripped down
All stripped down

You got to raise up
Bot the quick and the dead
All stripped down
All stripped down
With no shoes on your feet
No hat on your head
I want you all stripped down
All stripped
All stripped down

Ain't nothin' in my heart
But fire for you
All stripped down
All stripped down
With my rainy hammer
And a heart that's true
I want you all stripped
All stripped
All stripped down

Wassau hurries over to BillW with requested drink.

Happy to meet ya, young fella. The name's Wassau. If you need a tour, I'll be happy to provide.

Thanks, shouldn't take long I see. This place seems to fit like a well formed lady

And as Lola puts on another Cohen, Wassau conducts a short tour:

Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
Wounded in the line of duty,
parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,
urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
Leave it all and like a man,
come back to nothing special,
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
silver bullet suicides,
and messianic ocean tides,
and racial roller-coaster rides
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

I know you need your sleep now,
I know your life's been hard.
But many men are falling,
where you promised to stand guard.

I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
But then I overheard your prayer,
that you be this and nothing more
than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire,
the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,
working for the Yankee Dollar.

I know you need your sleep now ...

Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child.
Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
till every taste is on the tongue,
till love is pierced and love is hung,
and every kind of freedom done, then oh,
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,
oh my love, oh my love, oh my love.

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, L. Cohen

<Wassau, takes off his aprion and leads the way>

Here's the cafe, with restrooms at the back, by the bar, where restrooms are always located in a well planned restaurant, and step this way please,

<opening back screen door>

here we have our pool, a natural habitat for our seal pups, Betty and Bob, rescued long ago from a fate worse than death, (that would be artistic disintegrity)........we're the protectors of artistic freedom and the integrity of mankind), watch the ball B & B, (you must keep an eye out for flying balls out here, B&B have a nasty sense of humor and love to play) and over there......there's our tree house, constructed a few summers ago for the fun and pleasure of the Cafe patrons, pirates all (at heart) and you notice the long slide, into the pool? It's a real trip, you should try it. Nice out here today isn't it?

And back inside, behind the bar is the kitchen where we will provide any little thing to eat the cafe denizens' little hearts desire.......

over here is the CD Stereo, bring your own CDs and we'll all share or anyone who pleases can get up and recite a poem or play the violin or whatever......draw, write (we've been known to write a screen play), stand up comics are common here.

Oh and this is my daughter Blossom, but watch out, she's jail bait and I'll get violent with any man who takes advantage of her. She's only 17, you know.

<Blossom smiles and says how-do-you-do, wiggling in her tight little dress and high heel shoes>

Oh, and I mustn't forget the infamous closet. (Blatham's favorite place, but made use of by many) All but Blossom, that is.

I think that's all.......oh, no, there's more

We have a library where we go for political discussions, no politics in the cafe (smoke filled room there)
and a game room where there's a game of Balderdash taking place

Oh, yes, and outside on the street, that's where we go to fight. No fights in the cafe.....none, if you must it's outside only.

I live upstairs and my brother Sal and his girlfriend Prissy (rescued long ago from her abusive boyfriend, Dick who works for the infamous RevCat and RevPat, that's Rev CatThatAteTheCanary and his nasty side kick Rev Pat Patty, the evil doers out to deprive us of our civil rights and artistic freedoms, keep an eye out for these two guys, they never give up) work in the kitchen and behind the bar.

And our new employees, Miss Fifi and Mr. Jeffers.....from the Salon, I believe you know each other.

Oh, and you all are familiar with the clickers, but I don't think you know that underneath the bar, in a secret place, we keep our Darthovian Spectrum Dissolvers for fighting those who would violate the Constitution. They don't kill, they just send people to far distant places and times past and future.

Ok, everyone make themselves at home.......

Whatleyahave?

Love you Leonard, love you good.

Stradee enters the Cafe where Withers and Wassau are busily fixing drinks for all of Lola's friends.

Withers smiles brightly and says "howya doin' Stradee"? "Good seeing you so relaxed and happy, Withers. How bout fixin me a Scotch over, with a side of cashews. Ah, Wassau, it's been some time since I gave you a big hug".......

Stradee hugs all the old gang, runs to the pool with treats for darling seals, where Lola and Dys heard yipppieing down the slide from the treehouse, and splashing happily in the pool.

"Hi guys" greets Stradee. "Lola, the place looks great"!

The treehouse begins tilting, suddenly Bill W/ airborn / sails up/ decending with a perfect one and a half with a twist and SPLASH! Everyone holds up score cards giving him a perfect 10.

Adorable doggies begin barking playfully, as Wassau and Withers begin preparing the courtyard for dinner guests.

Stradee and Lola are sitting at one of the tables by the pool, smiling and happy to be at the Cafe again.

"Lola, your new apartment sound marvelous. Have you begun decorating yet? Here, I've brought a housewarming gift. Pastel Silk Screens from the Orient ~ a wonderful addition for the new plants. If not part of the motiff, please let me know, and I'll exchange them"

"Oh look, more guests"..........

Swooshing past - clinging on the vinerope with one hand while deftly picking up the cognac without spilling a drop - danon lands quietly in front of Lola dressed in his tailored tux. "Good evening, Lola. I'm so happy to see you looking so good."

Lola always looks fabulous. An espresso with a touch of the Irish in it please...if I am invited...

by all means, Cav. EVERYBODY'S INVITED but especially you (would you help dear ole Wassau out with the menu? He needs a few tips to keep it current and interesting. Got any new recipes for tuna salad or stuffed Jalepinos?)

I'll have a glass of champagne, dear Withers or Wassau or Sal. Gee it is good to be back here sitting beside the pool with stratee, Danon and all the swimmers.

Look out, duck...............that was close.

<picking up Betty's red ball and throwing it back to her>

Now Betty, I know you're happy to see us all, but you don't have to aim at my head!

Oh, and btw, where are our tool belted guys anyway?

tool belts! tool belts!

oh, and although I press the "submit" button several times a day here, I WILL NEVER SUBMIT!



Oh look, it's Cheshire coming around the corner by the back gate. And he's wearing a tux, doesn't he know it's casual here? We have a dress code Ches.............except for those people preparing to go to Venice soon (thanks to him for the compliment. I do feel like I'm lookin gooooood this evening).

(oh, and look out for Cheshire too, he's got a perverted sense of humor and is a trickster)

Thank you Lola. I should let you know, my Tuna Salad was once banned from a restaurant I worked at for it's provacative appearance...I shall explain later, once I have made dinner for myself....I will help Wassau with the menu too.

oh goody Cav, you'll feel right at home here, I think........we're a rowdy bunch.......pirates all. We each would make Johnny Depp proud....on his Liberty ship.