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Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

 
 
Ethel2
 
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Reply Thu 18 Mar, 2004 08:36 pm
why Joe, Eva told me..........but I didn't really know.
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Joe Nation
 
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Reply Fri 19 Mar, 2004 04:50 am
What? About the martinis


or the poetry...............?
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Ethel2
 
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Reply Sun 21 Mar, 2004 11:26 pm
I forget

The poetry and writing......I believe I've heard mentioned
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Eva
 
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Reply Mon 22 Mar, 2004 02:54 pm
Martinis? Poetry? Geez, I leave for ten days and all hell breaks loose around here.
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Joe Nation
 
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Reply Mon 22 Mar, 2004 06:41 pm
Tonight we are experimenting with Apple Maritinis. You know you've made it correctly if after a few minutes your lips turn numb.

Receipe to follow:


(tap, tap, tap..... waiting to hear all the details of the trip)
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Ethel2
 
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Reply Mon 22 Mar, 2004 08:02 pm
What I want is a bottle of champagne........Wassau? Please.....

The swimming pool out back with the seal pups, Betty and Bob is looking inviting........Spring is soon.

HofT, wanna go up to the tree house and check it out? It's a great view up there.
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Eva
 
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Reply Mon 22 Mar, 2004 09:13 pm
Details of trip here:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=611363#611363

For the time being, I think I will just sit here in the corner where it is quiet.
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HofT
 
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Reply Tue 23 Mar, 2004 01:09 pm
Note to Lola from treehouse:

Thanks! I'm already here, dropping leaflets on the unsuspecting Cafe population in hopes of inducing Blatham to write further. Here's my latest leaflet, from new book by Norman Mailer on the art of writing:

"Chapter One

LIT BIZ

I am tempted to call this section Economics, for it concerns the loss and gain (economically, psychically, physically) of living as a writer. Let's settle, however, for a term that may be closer to the everyday reality: Lit Biz. Spend your working life as a writer and depend on it - your income, your spirit, and your liver are all on close terms with Lit Biz."

Chapter one in its entirety can be read at the Washington Post site:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/style/longterm/books/chap1/thespookyart.htm
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cobalt
 
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Reply Thu 1 Apr, 2004 10:23 pm
Dropping by briefly to confirm my existence, ha ha! I think I may be lying behind some overstuffed couch in the salon, but it's been rather a hazy six or nine months, doncha know.

Hey danon, am coming your way, passing thru again in the next little while. How's the weather there?
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Ethel2
 
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Reply Thu 1 Apr, 2004 11:04 pm
Hey Cobalt,

Good to hear from you.
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the prince
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 01:40 am
Hey, this coffee house has been quiet for too long !! Let's liven this place up a little bit !!!

Turn up the volume on that jazz !!!

All that Jazz

Come on babe why don't we paint the town
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that father dipp is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on hun we're gonna bunny hug
I bought some asprin, down at united drug
In case you shake apart, and want a brand new start
To Do, That, Jazz

Find a glass we're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come un babe we're gonna brush the sky
I betcha lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?

Oh you're gonna see you sheba, Shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
(If she'd hear her baby's queer)
For all, that, jazz!

C'mon babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz!

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz!!

That jazz!
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Eva
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 04:21 pm
Well, dammit, I'll dance with you, Gautam! It's high time I kicked up my heels! I am OVERDUE!!!

Wassau, set up the martinis, if you please....
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 04:43 pm
Slow dance
romance
put your arm around me
you make me feel so old
Take me to the drive-in movie
wont't you move me now
before I get too cold
Popcorn serenader
won't you take her down easy
you make her feel like gold
Midnight crusader
when you take her easily
make her feel like gold
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Eva
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 09:09 pm
Ooh, I like that one, dys.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 09:18 pm
Apple, well, then, on to the calvados. Consider forgetting martinis, just order a serious calvados <nods>. Well, me, I like an ice cube or six with it, but that very wrong for the cognoscenti. Kind of like a really good poir. No, not the bottle with the pear in it.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 09:35 pm
Not to be argumentative, joining in again late as usual. I'll toast Eva sans glass, with water, or spirits.

Eva is going through a tight spot, to put it mildly.

I am hard of hearing (a phrase from the fifties, is that the latest? I use it anyway) but never mind me, to lose hearing all of a sudden -whether temporary or not - is a kick at the heart.

Calvados, and then some really good cheese and serious bread. Plus, perfect apples, in quadrants..
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 09:40 pm
if it aint sour mash whisky, I will have a gimlet, one part rose's lime juice and one part gin, but I ain't much of a drinking man. I hear mostly what I want to hear and ignore the rest. Soz and Eva can now ignore me honestly but that won't stop me from yammering. Blatham et otra know me well enough to dis me as well.
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Eva
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 10:17 pm
Pass the Calvados over here, osso. With lots of ice? Sounds yummy. And yammer all you want, dys. Just play me another of those sweet, sweet, slow songs if you will. Just nothing too sentimental tonight, okay?
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Diane
 
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Reply Fri 2 Apr, 2004 11:44 pm
Dys' blue eyes have closed for the night, but he'll be back to serenade Eva and anyone else who might like a slow song.

I have been gone from the Cafe for far too long and when I came back, there is Cobalt!! Hi sweetie, how are you?

Eva, how I wish you could join us in San Francisco. So many of us have some hearing loss that it has become one of the major factors in deciding where to eat. Osso has found restaurant listings that have one to four bell icons to indicate the noise level.

When my cousin and I realized that we both had lost quite a bit of our hearing was when we were having two different conversations at the same time. She was talking about condos and I was talking about Honda motorcycles. We finally realized what we were doing when my cousin said,

"What do you mean by a three bedroom Honda?"

The rest of the evening was spent in laughter.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Sat 3 Apr, 2004 12:53 am
Honda condos for rent...


Did you spend it all, already?
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