Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

Then again, I left out Brazilian, Icelandic, Melanesian and Indonesian; but, who's counting.

"Come quickly...." and spoil the fun

Notice I said "come" quickly, not "cu...."

Ahh well, never mind

and "raunchy" rather than "raw cheese" - ohh, I must remember this isn't a Lil Deb's Digression Thread

Well, where has everyone been today?!

Lola, I believe we should take another look in that closet. With your legs, you should wear the tall black boots. I guess that leaves me with the pointy bra.

The only thing you will find in the closet is me !!

OH......hi there Gautum! Nice to see you here in the closet! It's a popular place here in the cafe. Ahhhhh, fond memories. Now where are those boots, whip and bra? Let's see..

Gautum! Hey Eva, look at this. <Smiling> ..come over here. Gautum, you look lovely! The boots are perfect and the whip, yes, that's good.........but I must say, the pointy bra looks...um.....um..lovely, I'm sure. And did I tell you, I love your hair. It's beautiful. :wink:

BillW, I think you better head for the backyard and the pool. Betty and Bob will protect you.

Nice raunchy song for waking up to. Sing it again Gautum, will ya?

Wassau, coffee for everyone....please, I need coffee.

Oh yes, coffee for me, too. Lots of cream & sugar, please.

I must admit, I never thought I'd see a closeted Gautam. But he really does look wonderful in those boots & whip.

(frowning) Not sure about the pointy bra, though. Doesn't quite work with the chest hair.

The pointy bra is definitely not in good taste. Laughing.......now let's have some coffee.

Migawd ... they've gone and locked Guatam in the closet, and now they're laughing over coffee.

Still, Guatam didn't seem to mind ... looked a little enthusiastic, really, but what was with that Rocky Horror Picture Show lingerie get-up he had on? Is there another costume party comin' up ... like for Halloween, or somethin'?

(Gulp!) Oh no, I didn't mean to LOCK it! I thought I just pushed it to! Come on out of there, Gautam. We want to see how Madonna's things look on you.

Timber is right, Lola. Gautam should wear that for Halloween. He can even borrow my lipstick if he wants.

OOh, I chose an excellent time to check in to the cafe and visit old friends!! Gautam, you are absolutely beautiful--all except for the pointy bra. That hair, those legs, that wonderful brown skin....

Honey, there is no reason in the world you should ever stay in a closet!!

If there is champagne I'll have a glass to go with an ongoing Rocky Mountain High.

Lola, Eva, Timber, BillW, Gautam, Husker and that man with the beautiful mind, Dyslexia--what wonderful company! Let the music play.

Hey, Dianne! Glad you dropped by. I dunno, though, ladies ... I'm startin' to think mebbe the Madonna look works for Guatam, even if that bra sorta brings to mind a hairy 'Sixties Cadillac comin' at ya. Yeah ...more music ... great idea. Lets see whats on the jukebox we haven't heard in a while? Here we go ... seems a good time for a little more Leonard Cohen, methinks ... not that this song is about us folks here, or anything

There is a war between the rich and poor,
A war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war
And the ones who say there isn't.

Why don't you come on back to the war, that's right, get in it,
Why don't you come on back to the war, it's just beginning.

Well I live here with a woman and a child,
The situation makes me kind of nervous.
Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says "i guess you call this love";
I call it service.

Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be a tourist,
Why don't you come on back to the war, before it hurts us,
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get nervous.

You cannot stand what I've become,
You much prefer the gentleman I was before.
I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control,
I didn't even know there was a war.

Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be embarrassed,
Why don't you come on back to the war, you can still get married.

There is a war between the rich and poor,
A war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the left and right,
A war between the black and white,
A war between the odd and the even.

Why don't you come on back to the war, pick up your tiny burden,
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get even,
Why don't you come on back to the war, can't you hear me speaking?

I'm with the rest of the denizens here...........Gautum, you look great. And never mind Timber's hilarious joke about the bra (I'm still laughing uproarously about the cadillac) I'm really quite fond of you in your get up. Now, what I want to know is who is to be spanked?

Thank you Timber for you wonderful sense of humor and for that song. I have another good Cohen ............................. one sec......I've got it here somewhere.............

It's coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It's coming from the feel
That it ain't exactly real
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
From the wars against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account
Of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don't pretend to understand at all
It's coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay
From the brave, the bold, the battered
Heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow on the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin'
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on...

It's coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
It's here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And it's here they got the spiritual thirst
It's here the family's broken
And it's here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men
O baby, we'll be making love again
We'll be going down so deep
That the river's going to weep
And the mountain's going to shout amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
Beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious
In amorous array
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
That time cannot decay
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
This little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Good ole Leonard..........gotta love that man. And I've gotta love all the people here too. So nice to have you all as friends.

And Diane, I hope you and Dyslexia will visit more often. Take off from the rocky mountain high occasionally and join the rest of us mortals down here on earth wavin at ya........

<Lola yells up into the heavens>

It's been a long time since we had any of those Alice B. Toklas Brownies. I sure would like one or two or maybe three........ You can eat um while drinking good coffee. Wassau? Hey, man......Wassie?

Where is that man now?

<Betty and Bob slide gracefully across the floor and come to an abrupt stop at the bar. They bark and demand some herring, but still no Wassau.>

Hey Sal, where's Wassau gotten off to?

Well, Lola, I suppose that would be me. My birthday's tomorrow.

Your birthday, Eva? Cool ... that absolutely calls for a little Lennon-McCartney! Here ya go:

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.

I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance
(Birthday)
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Dance

I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance
(Birthday)
I would like you to dance
(Birthday)
Dance

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

Wow, Eva......happy birthday. Sooooo, tomorrow is the spanking. We'll all line up and take a swat. But if I were you, I'd watch Gautum with that whip.

Hah!! Hairy Cadillac indeed! Still, I think those things look like they could do some harm, coming at us so pointedly.

Eve!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Just a gentle spanking from me, maybe with a piece of wet spahgetti.

Yes Lola, I'll bake some more brownies and they can serve as Eva's birthday cake. Sometimes I wonder if they would have the same effect they had on me when I actually baked them in the 60's. They were pretty darn good!

More Leonard Cohen please, but keep it soft; Dys has already gone to sleep. Doesn't he look sweet and innocent? He he he.

BTW, Gautam, do you have any good recipes for nan? I had some of the best ever at a little restaurant in Connecticut. It had tiny peices of orange peel, cardomon, anise and ginger with a bit of sugar. It was heaven.

I'm a libra too, Eva. So we'll be part of the problem together.

My birthday is in a few days. :wink: