Lola's Salon

Hi Mikey

Probably right / nice for people to read the words without misspells though

What? Ya mean we'll never meet the queen? Mikey, tell me it an't so!!!

Oh good grief!! This is all getting so confusing. HofT, gallant woman that she is, is trying to coordinate with Danon's Apache blood brother in northern AZ in order to retrieve hebba's cockroach from the air drop in Vegas; hebba is trying to call me without success as is Piffka, although I heard something about the weather; Mikey and I were caught in the bathroom by Lola (honest, it was perfectly innocent, just a creative collaboration), then Mikey sneaks off to a bar to finish his composition after pigging out on brownies--good luck, Mikey--hah! BTW, where is Setanta? He seems to be worried about dangling parts on one of Deb's threads.
I think I'll go out to the barn to visit with Scorpion and Pearl--at least they make sense! Hi Scorpion and Pearl. Want some brownies?

PaL runs a few major and minor scales, up and down the keyboard several times, while trying to remember the words to the Jefferson Airplane song "White Rabbit". In her best Grace Slick voice, PaL sings.....

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

It was innocent, the bathroom scene, i couldn't roll the brownies, to moist, the papers got wet, i got frustrated and we gave up singing irish ballads, and peace and love came in with grace slick,,,,,we started singing louder, and that was that. i got tossed. all my fault, as usual.


what were we doing in the mens room btw?
i remember now...chasing wabbits around.

What is all this talk about rabbits?, said Bunny, entering suddenly, with a slightly icy tone in her voice.....

'Roll away, the dew, roll away the dew, roll away the dew"

wabbits will be changed to door mice in the future Deb ok?

Tool belts? Horses smoking post-coital hay? My goodness - I think I need a drink!

I think the Michael has been extracted here, Mikey!

Does anyone have a rusty nail?

WHERE are the men with tool-belts? And I wanna meet the horses!

post-coital? tool belts?

i picture Michaelangelo wearing a tool belt with a rusty nail in his hand that he got from me instead of a brush, trying to finish his painting.

could be the brownies.

hmmmm - they WERE good....

After autorotating down to the alley behind the stables danon alit the Cobra and looked at the poor Huey sitting next to him. Geees, he thought to himself while eyeing all the tiny holes each one patched with a neat piece of Duck Tape (lets just call it Duck Tape). I really gotta do something about that - but right now I need a brownie fix and a shot or six of Evan Williams. Reaching back into the Cobra danon got his special edtion LL Bean toolbelt and strapping it on headed into Lola's.

Oh my god, a toolbelt - thought Bunny, sipping her rusty nail and sighing a little. I always wanted to meet Danon - and now here he is wearing a toolbelt." Do you have any Hiram Williams?, Bunny asked the bar attendant - whatever that may be..... I figure a man gets thirsty fixing Hueys with Duck Tape - whatever that is...."

With his special edition LL Bean toolbelt strapped securely around his waist, danon entered Lola's - walked past Stradee, Mikey and c.i. all standing on their heads, legs against the wall for balance, drinking flaming brandies upsidedown on a bet and didn't think anything was unusual about it. Glancing around, danon saw the most wonderfully attractive lady sitting at the bar. There was something about her ---- Hmmmm, he thought, Oh, she has a few hares out of place. Well, that doesn't matter, but I better be cautious with this one, I've been known to get in real trouble with her kind, the really pretty ones with brains. Just my type so I better take it slow and easy. danon thought to himself.
"Howdy, Ma'am." said danon to the lady with the hare's out of place and in his best Texas accent, "Might I sit here at the bar with you?"

Are there any brownies left?

Lola? Diane? Anyone? Please?

"Hey danon," cried c.i.. "I'm not into drinking brandy, except on special occasions, and as an aperitif! Make mine vodka martinis, shaken but not stirred." c.i. put his brandy down on the table, and waited for his martini..... c.i.

Well, ok c.i., one very dry martini on it's way. But you must know that the brandy is from the Grande Champagne region of Cognac and Segonzac and is from the 18th century cellars of the Guitton-Figerou family, especially good friends of mine. Sure you don't want to try it?? said danon politely.

Hey! I never said I 'never' drink brandy. Why didn't you tell me that this was "very special brandy?" c.i. takes a sip, and rolls it around in his mouth. Wow, danon, thanks for this big treat. I owe you one, said c.i.

It must be the brownies.........everything seems......well strange. Lola is hiding in her bed, face in pillow.....that damn Trevor, pulling at her heart......

"Maybe I should just get up and see what's up downstairs....my friends should help me out here. Seems like there was something about a carved cockroach and the question about it's final home. It's not that I don't like Hebba's work......but I just can't have a cockroach, especially Kafka's cockroach standing in my foyer.......Maybe I'll ask Hebba to carve another work for the location by the banister........a wooden David maybe...yes, much better than a cockroach and besides, the cockroach was clearly for Bugsy to settle a little debt and save Hebba's life......seems that deal has been made......will speak with my friends about this......."

Lola bounces out of bed, still a little worried, and wiping tears from her eyes, calls Prudy to help her get dressed.

telegram for lola:

is cockroach gone stop i thought you´d appreciate it stop yours hebba stop

Dear Hebba,

I do appreciate your work........but do you want me to appreciate the cockroach? Can you carve something just for me? Not wanting to be presumptuous.......but maybe a male nude would be more appropriate for my foyer.........Kafka and his depression are not my favorite..................not knowing what to say......wasn't the cockroach for Bugsy? Don't we still need to save your life? We don't want Bugsy and his friends showing up around here, do we? And we have to take care of Hebba.