Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

Grass?......these sweet little guys look like they need some grass alright, but not for eating. We're going to have to send out for a giant kitty box and tons of litter.

Oh Prissy, there you are. Tell Samson we'll be needing him to clean up around here and send Delilah to Home Depot.....it's at 23rd and 6th.

Hey watch that Home Depot on 23rd shyt, Lola. It is a competitor of the store where one of our mutual friends works...and on the same street.

oh yeh.........I forgot. I was just thinking yesterday that I'd pay a visit there someday soon. Bring a little levity to help our mutual friend along. I'm sure it's not a dull place anyway......

It's just as well that you stopped the personnel from going out, Lola, because I think that's the mother of the two little fawns who followed them to the front door of your Cafe.....



.....I think I will just let them out to join their mamma, she looks friendly but I'm not inclined to argue with her.....

I mean, you could ask Roy (from Siegfreid and Roy) her friendlyness.

Ooh, that is one big, beautiful momma!

For those of us at the cafe who feel the need for help with our existential selves, here is a link to two of the finest existential detectives to be found anywhere in any universe.

http://www.jaffeandjaffe.com/

They might find Milton in their search for meaning of life and have him straighten out the House of Lords, which is known for not following the straight and narrow...

Hilarious, Diane...........I saw the movie last night. I recommend it.

HofT? Are you sure that's a mommy? It looks a bit like a Daddy to me.... yikes anyway.

Yes, Walter..........I wouldn't want to have to learn the way Roy did.

Sweetie, did you mention grass a while back, or was I sweet dreaming?

You're right Lola - that WAS the daddy sitting by the front door. The mom is carrying her babies away one at a time....



.... and that other tiger in Las Vegas was only trying to carry Roy out of the theater, the poor animal never meant any harm!

Nonsens, the mom is gone dancing

Nice dancer you brought there, Walter, but the animal family left some time ago...and they didn't take the Cafe grass supply with them, all they eat is steaks!

Grass? I did indeed mention it........but it was the other kind........ :wink:

And HofT, it's true that the animal was only trying to help........but his kind of help we can do without. Thank goodness the mom took them home.

Walter,

That's not the mother, or not the fawn's mother......that woman is only dressed up like a fawn.......but if I were you, I'd stay away from her nevertheless........but then again, maybe I'm just jealous.....

Ummm, here Miss Tiger/fawn/dancer lady. Have a seat and Wassau will be with you in a minute. No, no, I said to please sit......all the cigars are showing all of a sudden.

Wassau, have you got a waitress outfit for this poor woman who has been led astray? Prissy, do you need any help in the kitchen?

I know, but we'll put at least a few clothes on her.......we wouldn't want to dress her up too much. Something small and tight fitting maybe. She says her name is......and this is scary........Bathsheba.

All I can say is we'll have to keep Delilah away from her. Oh no, trouble brewing.

Before you know it we'll have the twin reverends Rev Cat and Rev Pat (that's Reverend CatThatAteTheCanary and Rev Pat Patty, they're the leaders of the "We'll-Tell-You-How-To-Behave Coalition." Prissy used to be a member........so she knows, don't you Prissy? Her boy friend, Dick was the head of the "We'll-Tell-You-What-You-Can-Do-In-Your-Own-Bedroom" division of the Coalition.

Delilah on the one hand and the Revs Cat and Hat on the other.........oh dear, oh dear........now we have troubles!

Wassau, you better unlock that cabinet underneath the bar where the Darthovian Spectrum Dissolvers are kept. We may be needing them.........

You really mean, I should tell this nice tiger, she should leave the room

GeorgeOB rises, Cohiba in hand, and declares the coffeehouse is no place for dour, pedantic Milton. The coffeehouse is for joyous dispute, the frosting of glasses - even a brief escape with the dogs to the fresh light smows in the park. This resort to law and and the turgidities of Miklton will pring neither joy nor forgetfulness. Heed the wisdom of old Ed Fitzgerald -

Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.

With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

No Walter..........the poor girl needs a job, obviously, she hasn't a thing to wear. We'll get her set up with a job to do and she'll be a permanent member of our cafe family.

Won't you Bethsheba.........Berhsheba? Are you listening, girl? ........ Sal.....Sal? where's Prissy with that waitress outfit. You know the nice skimpy one...... Oh no! you're kidding me.....her name isn't really Bethsheba, now she says her name is Miss Adventure.

Such wisdom, george.........my my......I think the only thing deserving after that lovely poem is some..........Bob Dylan.

Lola, having gotten into something more comfortable, sits down on the couch in front of the fire.........Wassau has just added another log and the music starts:

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

Ye gods! Lola, not those reverends again! What language do they speak anyway, I'll switch to ancient Greek:

ημιν δὲ γη μὲν πατρὶς ουκ ανώνυμος
Σπάρτη, πατὴρ δὲ Τυνδάρεως: εστιν δὲ δὴ
λόγος τις ως Ζεὺς μητέρ' επτατ' εις εμὴν
Λήδαν κύκνου μορφώματ' ορνιθος λαβών,
ος δόλιον ευνὴν εξέπραξ' υπ' αιετου
δίωγμα φεύγων, ει σαφὴς ουτος λόγος:
Ελένη δ' εκλήθην.

(My own fatherland, Sparta, is not without fame, and my father is Tyndareus; but there is indeed a story that Zeus flew to my mother Leda, taking the form of a bird, a swan, which accomplished the deceitful union, fleeing the pursuit of an eagle, if this story is true. My name is Helen.)

Lola, what between the tigers and the swans, and George OB's poetry, and the hookah smoked by that caterpillar on the giant mushroom, and your Bob Dylan music - SURELY we can keep those reverends away? Of course, there's this new lady dressed only in makeup that Walter brought in.... see what language she speaks, maybe we get a clue on her intentions <G>

Hoft, tiger photos georgous! eek - did you warn everyone tiger mamma takes no prisoners? Her babies number one <and I wouldn't think of disturbing papa>

And who is that lady? Bathsheba? Nah I don't see no rooftops or bath towels. You must have her confused with Sheena.

<I leave for one second...>

Lola, who needs a job? Nobody in their right mind needs employment - people just do employment! <although the thought of wearing a hooter t shirt and carry a tray doesn't sound to bad> Heck, with a pair of neutralizers and good insoles, think of the tips! Sit near me Sheena and we'll talk about finding you a suitable robe for job searching.

George, you may pleeze respect the name "Will" - may he rest in peace.

Now where is Wassau and my kalua! <its been a long day> on second thought, make that a shot of bourbon with a splash.

Speaking of shrooms, today whilst clearing debri from the yards, I swear to you - the mushrooms so huge <how huge are they> real live ogres have established a village right next door to the liquid ambers!
I am not kidding! <well, maybe a little> Never in my life have I witnessed the bombasting of natural vegetation. I swear to you, they're the size of boulders! Our enviornment going to pot.

Sitting comfortably by the fire, Stradee nods her head gently and quietly
begins dreaming of rainbows, beautiful tiger cubs, and Tarzan.

What Helen...........you don't like the Reverends? I don't like em either..really, they don't even like themselves. They're both fat and sloopy..........dirty little minds that deal only in punishment..this is the only pleasure they know, after all.....they were traumatized in their youth. Poor things, their mothers were too dominant and their fathers too competitive........Homophobia desease for sure.

But you know, reality they are, and if they come here with their little black lists, beady eyes and sweaty brows..........well, we'll have to resist them somehow...........don't you think?

Laughing.........laughing very hard!!!

As for the lady wearing make-up, I'm working on a little, though brief, waitress get-up for the woman. It's the best I can do........shehhhhhh!

<Eva sashays into the room carrying a bottle of champagne and wearing nothing but a length of fine, white silk and declares herself Ready To Be Entertained.>

Ah! This looks like just the place!

Lola, you were alert to the backside of that tiger who was mistaken for a momma for a few minutes. As Anwar Sadat said of Gold Meir, "That woman has balls!" Holds true for that tiger.

Walter's Tiger Lilly looks lovely in her body paint. Why change anything. I'm thinking of having Dys try some body painting on me. Maybe Gaia: