good advise, there Danon.............never squat with spurs.
Night all..........
I allow the prudence of adhering to a few rules regarding womanhood. Likewise, one or two related to wearing spurs (avoid congoleum and echo chambers). Oddly though, I have no rules at all regarding women with spurs.
Eva, you be the goddess of love at your place in Venice. And a lovely goddess you are. But over here at the cafe, we're all hedonistic tart goddesses. The men wear tool belts and the women wear spurs. And Blatham has no rules about that, thank god........I hate being regulated.
The fire is warm this morning and the coffee good. Sal, put on some music and let's eat.
Blossom, honey.......go back upstairs and put on more clothes. It's cold outside today.
Since when is Blatham making the rules around this place? No spurs for me, thanks. Anybody for feathers? Gotta whole sack full of them here....
But first...
I'm hungry this morning. Could I have biscuits and gravy? You're right, it's very cold outside, and cold weather always makes me hungry.
Eva,
If you come over hear you want need no food to warm you up girl !
HIAMA...............we want to see those pix of the muscles! We want it now!
hiama wrote:Eva,
If you come over hear you want need no food to warm you up girl !
Yes, I might even forgive you for using such terrible grammar and spelling if the pictures are as good as I think.... :wink:
Do others have, as I have, a mental category for silly little jokes which somehow we find hilarious?
Example...what is orange and crawls along the ground? Answer...a wounded cheesy (cheese twist thing). That joke kills me, though I'm a bit embarrassed about that.
B: they are called stupid jokes. We are all embarrassed by their thickness.....
Lola: you missed a great A2k meet in NYC.
some jokes are just so funny they seem stupid. Simplicity can sometimes be hilarious. But more importantly, I think it's probably the delivery of the joke. The secret is so often in delivery.
Joe.........I'm very sad about missing.
Next time, hopefully. We'll be in touch.
Lola believes life is good. Wassau is happy to see she's in such good spirits. He loves it when Lola is happy. And Lola is satisfied...........
Lola lies on sofa in front of smoldering fire. Covers herself with a knitted blanket and closes her eyes. Very quickly she's asleep.........dreaming.
Eva watches as Lola sinks into blissful slumber beside the fire. Raising her glass of champagne, Eva downs the last few drops, wipes the lipstick from the rim with her cocktail napkin, and smiles contentedly at Wassau, who is cleaning up behind the bar.
It is quiet in the Cafe' tonight.
Eva yawns. It is late, and the champagne has made her drowsy. She really shouldn't try to drive home tonight. Wassau knows this and slides a worn brass key down the bar to her. "Second room on the right," he says, motioning toward the stairs.
"You're a dear! See you in the morning then," Eva smiles. Gathering her purse and packages from her afternoon shopping foray, she starts up the stairs, then looks back at Wassau. "Could you...would you please bring some breakfast upstairs around 10 a.m.?" she asks. "I think I'll sleep in, if you don't mind."
Wassau nods. He finishes drying the glassware, then methodically folds the towel and places it across the edge of the bar sink. Having finished cleaning up, he walks to the door and looks outside. The sidewalks are empty. No sign of any more customers coming tonight. He stands there for a few seconds in the flickering neon glow of the "Cafe' 101" sign, drying his hands on his white bartender's apron. Then, flipping the "Open" sign to "Closed," he turns off the lights, locks the doors, blows a kiss at Lola dreaming by the fire, and heads...at last...for his own bed.
The vintage Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner hums a familiar Cohen tune in the darkened cafe'. There is no one left to hear it. But no matter. It is lovely and may color the dreams of all those who sleep here tonight....
"...I am not the one who loves,
It's love that seizes me...."
Malcolm and Maxine Mouse sit at their little table. Looking through the golden glow of the lone little candle, they reach out for each other's hand. Maxine Mouse slowly raises her eyes to meet Malcolm's already intense gaze. Malcolm pours the last of the champagne from thier little bottle into their little glasses. And Maxine lites the little smoke. They're in love. And the music comes drifting through the little hole in the wall that is their front door.........
And when the hunger for your touch
Rises from the hunger,
You whisper, "you have loved enough,
Now let me be the lover."
All's well at the cafe tonight.
All's well in the world
"I said I'd be your lover
You laughed at what I said
I lost my job forever
I was counted with the dead
I swept the marble chambers
But you sent me down below
You kept me from believing
Until you let me know..."
Hiama wishes Lola and Leonard and the mieces good night and god bless
.....January came and went.....
<ahem!>
Ah, the sweet smell of Spring is in the air. A bit early, but, that's ok, it's just as sweet.
edit, Blatham? edit? But why?
