Good story, Helen.
I'm me also.
And I'm me also, except sometimes I'm also Blatham. But not very often. As a matter of fact, I'm Blatham on one post on the previous page. Can you tell which post is me being Blatham or was it the other way around. Blatham as me. That's the right way round.
Whew thats better back in the arms of my good friends in the cafe.
Mind if I curl up here by the fire. Wassau a very LARGE brandy and some cookies please while I wait for Lola.
Hi HIAMA. It's good to see you again. Did you swim, as usual? If so, you deserve anything from Wassau you want.
What have you been up to lately?
Can't offer much entertainment right now, especially since I have to go to bed in real life. But I'm kind of exhausted from that fight in the ID thread, and I need a drink.
(In other words: It's time for me to bookmark this thread.)
I'm gonna be in town from about 2:30pm on...and I'll be at the Pan.
If anyone is up to joining me....yez know where to find me.
f.
Hi Thomas and Frank........welcome. It's fine relief from the ID business. What'll ya have Thomas?
It's like...
It's like 3:00 AM on a sunday night...like an unknown soldier with unfound guitar licks in an unknown bar where an unknown girl in a tight, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black-beaded necklace enjoy the goodness of good good music while the smell of dirty, fleeting confidence and power chords dry on the crackling air...like the smell of burning desperation...beautiful like a white skirt with a black thong, like a pushy songwriter hoping to have her song...heard, like the perfect arrangement of effects pedals on the floor...red, yellow lights and electric...electric...I step through the door and I think, I think...who are these unknown soldiers, and who do they want to be? Old? Do they ever want to be old?
No....unknown soldiers, young, crisp brainwaves and calloused fingers, clean sounds untainted by sex or war or propaganda...and the echo on that guitar perfection...its like...its like...being young in a time of peace.
It's 10:24 here and I haven't really woken up yet. Triple espresso please.
Lola is so happy to see denizens in Wassau's cafe 101, she decides to keep Thomas and Kicky company at this wee hour of the morning.......... Frank, unfortunately has already gone home to Jersey and his anticipated golf game.
Espresso for Thomas, and for the tall dark stranger with the cig, a lecture on the dangers of smoking and a kiss on the cheek. Do the patrons of the Cafe 101 ever want to get old? I'm trying as hard as I can for longevity..........while remaining somewhere in my late teens.
Thomas, I'm so glad to see you're a little tired of the wham bam of the ID thread. It can grow so tedious. Sometimes I begin to read that thread only to run away........it's an unpleasant feeling I get, like frustration.
Hey Wassau...........I'll take that second glass of wine now. And put on a good record to soothe tired and retiring hearts.
There are a couple of girls......blonde, buxom twins, twentish with tight t-shirts and blue jeans looking like they may decide to give up and go home alone if someone doesn't pay attention to them soon. They don't usually have to wait so long to find good company.
Lola wrote: I'm trying as hard as I can for longevity..........while remaining somewhere in my late teens.
Two words of warning about that strategy, hon: "Michael Jackson". But thanks a lot for the coffee, much appreciated.
Lola wrote:There are a couple of girls......blonde, buxom twins, twentish with tight t-shirts and blue jeans looking like they may decide to give up and go home alone if someone doesn't pay attention to them soon. They don't usually have to wait so long to find good company.
Give them a drink on my bill. It'll keep them here for some time.
I have more sense than Michael Jackson, Thomas my dear.........I'm not doing so badly so far. But it's my teenage attitude and motivation I want to keep, not the body or face. That's impossible. Even I know that.
Wassau just delivered the drinks to the terrible twins........but in my opinion, they've already had enough. Maybe we should send them home to Daddy at the White House. One of them, I hear is known inside the Beltway as the Python......very suitable.
<stares at the drunken twins in amazement>
This is quite a nice cafe you have here, Lola--I'll have to visit more often
What a welcome change in Thomas' avatar! At last a face that does justice to his posts.
Drinks for everyone here!
Lola wrote: Wassau just delivered the drinks to the terrible twins........but in my opinion, they've already had enough. Maybe we should send them home to Daddy at the White House. One of them, I hear is known inside the Beltway as the Python......very suitable.
Mumbling to myself something about "Biiiach, why didn't you tell me? I had
no idea...." But hey, with a father like this, I would need a drink too, so maybe we should have a little compassion for them.
goergeob1 wrote:What a welcome change in Thomas' avatar! At last a face that does justice to his posts.
While I wouldn't consider a Michael Jackson kind of facelift, shaving does have its uses.
Sorry to disappoint, Spendius. Ordered your drink on George's bill yet?
Thomas-
Lola wrote on Nov 30 2004-
Quote:Oh goody, sadomasochistic games can be so much fun!
Has Lola been tamed?
Have you switched your avvie because a link up yesterday had the pic you used to use?
How are your betting transactions going?
