Lola's Salon

Accepting a drink from the tray danon said to Lola, "You know, we can't even talk about the latest Boeing design, however, I would settle for a '13 Deperdussin. That little baby was the first airplane in the world to break 100 mph. It also became the famous SPAD of WWI, stands for Societe pour Production les Apparailles Deperdussin. Now that would be a real treat to fly." A far away look in his eyes.
Then, the gleam returned and danon quickly sez, "But, me Mothers maiden name being Howell, let's have a wee Irish party!!"

jes hands Insta-Carol some dictaphone tapes. "And if you could type those in triplicate, that would be great, thanks. When you're done, bring your insta-date over - Mr. Carlin, is it? - and join in the festivities. Oh, does Mr. Carlin have a first name? I take it it isn't George."

"It's Elmer." beams Insta-Carol, with a look of insta-love.

Scarlet jumps in and says I would love to play. Where and when? right now?
Pete says no, after you finish your drink we'll take a ride, to Lola's, is that ok with you Mikey? do you think Lola would mind a
few more settlers? I'm not sure Peter, what Lola will think at this point, let's have another drink and discuss this awhile.
Peter says yes, ?'twould be a good idea Mikey before we barged in, a bunch of unknown vagabonds.
Eileen pipes up immediately, defensively, with a fiery look of the Irish temper and the Brooklyn fire in her ire....vagabonds.... Mikey? she says?
Yes Eileen, vagabonds. Lola's is not a pub, it's a haven. A home. A place. To be.
Hmm she says and nods at me, I see she finally says.
Where is this place that you speak of so well?
Peter says he will never tell. He'll take us there but not till he's sure that we're blinded in sight by to many beers.
Scarlet is quiet, doesn't have but a clue, what to think of this game.
Jimmy Doyle walks in, with his guitar, sits down at the bar with us but we're scattered about . Hey kid's he says, next rounds on me.
I could use one more says Scarlet, be nice before we leave and head off to Lola's.
Lola's? Jimmy says. I've heard of that place. Are ya playin tonight?
Scarlet says we are in the mood Jimmy. Would you like to sit in?

Stradee, got your emergency call but had to observe radio silence - the F-117 is stealthy, remember? And please tell Pepe to hold the swatches - love my little Wobbly Goblin as is, and no, NOBODY gets to borrow it! Maybe Pepe can outfit Cobalt - think she was looking for a radiation suit.

And could somebody ask Withers to clear some space in Lola's hangar - insta-Carol just signed delivery documents in triplicate for Danon's Deperdussin 1913 F-1: http://www.luftfahrtmuseum.com/htmi/ite/depdu.htm

As Jeffers is showing C.I. and Mrs. C.I. to a suite Lola has decorated with ikebana flower arrangement, calligraphy scrolls and Edo-period tea service, the bell rings; Fifi the maid goes to answer it. It's Mikey and a rather loud group - all of them dressed in green <G>

Pepe's in good hands Hoft, not to worry, he's right here drinking a Becks ....and laying low. I got him covered for tonight


jeeesh, and I thought I was nuts lol.......

Lola's Salon
Cell Phones arn't trackable high elevations <and ya get great recepton>
but not to worry / Carol recovered after application coolent fizz and after filing begins building new airplane hanger for Danon's S/N 334, F 1 and ordering atv-quad-taxi transort vehicle ~

Stradee asks Hoft how in the heck to operate air re- fuel system flying supersonic when radio silence mandatory. Stradee wonders if there are Stealth Fuel Station Mig beams tracking F 11's fuel gauges.

New F11 A Nighthawk< with fusia interior arrival today/ complimenting
supersonic speed, sunglasses and 49er helmet. Weapons carriage stored to capacity with maroon confetti. All set for Tampa.

"Where's Lola" ? Stradee asks Fifi. Hope she's ok, and returns soon.

Cobolt tries on her new Gravity Suit by Pepe ~ looks fabulous ~ and begins dancing with a gent dressed in kilts and everyone at Lola's singing
Irish folk songs.

Jimmy say's yes, he's in the mood to play and has the glow on even tho it's only ?'5 half past?', Scarlet nods at Eileen, I look Peter in the eye from a few stools away and he gives me a nod and a wink...we could be in for trouble here I think, to myself. What on earth will Lola think of this troupe of Irish vagabonds and clowns? Maybe she won't be there tonight, maybe just Craven and Peace and Love? We could always sneak by them if they are still passed out under the piano.....if only Diane were there, she just might look the other way and head off to the kitchen and bake some more brownies. But I wonder about Lola? Will she let us in?

Eileen pipes up and says Mikey, you're mighty quiet there lad, what's on your mind?
Nothing I say, and mumble away. Just Lola's.
I'm ready to play Jimmy she says, can we go now Mikey?
Not quite so fast love, finish your drink, and let me think here...I say trying to stall.
Now what? Scarlet is glaring at me from the next stool, she knows I'm balking here.
And she's not to happy about it.
Peter jumps in and says let's go, my car's just around the corner I?'ll drive us all.
Uh oh I said to myself, I've done it again....
Jack!!! one quick shot for all, let's do this right I said. All heads nod in agreement of course.

..... meanwhile on the ground ATC folks are desperately trying to disentangle alphabet soup in Stradee's frequency to vector her to Tampa for the game; sudden cry of "eureka!" following loud sonic boom over the Gulf of Mexico - she's finally discovered to be flying a F-18 Hornet:
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap010221.html
Desperate ATC folks transmit to Stradee to please refer to her plane as "Hornet" in future, leaving out any and all numbers.... <G>

In another alphabet soup location (avenues A, B, C, etc.) near Lola's Salon, a large green-clad party led by Mikey is getting organized.....

Lola's Salon
"Thanks Hoft" says Stradee as sonic bubble begins trailing Hornet/ Stradee bracing herself for 49er grin <whoosh> banks right and views maroon colored bubble hovering Gulf.

Blink blink breath Stradee radio's ATV asks coordinates from Chicago/somehow Hornet ballistic glide places Stradee NW of Tampa near
H I J Streets at the Loop!

Stradee decides to wait till Sunday for Tampa flight/ asks Mikey if ok ATV taxi's Hornet / and parks by stables where palamino looks at Stradee wondering why comet crystals attached to flight jacket. Hoft reminds Stradee Hornet manufacturer suggests securing window before takeoff.

Hoft and Stradee meet the rest of Lola's guests and ask Withers "Where is mmdianne? Haven't seen her at Lola's. Are my coordinates in scramble again asks Stradee?"

Mikey calls Cafe from ATV inquiring whereabouts of Ghost and HIAMA.

"Hi everybody," says Lola, as she trips slightly over the hem of her long, tight, black gown she's chosen for the evening's events. "I'm back and feeling all better. Much better, thank you everybody."

Looking around, Lola, who still tries to call herself Ethel for some strange reason, sees a very promising group of musicians with Mikey coming in the front door and giving Withes their coats. Fifi motions for the ladies to join her in the powder room for a little complimentary freshen up before the music gets under way. And the gentlemen are making themselves at home with the cigars.

"Mikey," calls Lola as she bites down on a nice big Alice B. Toklas brownie, "come over here with me. You can get back with your friends in a minute."

Mikey begins to apologize for bringing so many friends with him. He's worried somehow that he's imposing or that Lola won't like the music or something.

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, when will you ever learn that you and your friends are welcome here anytime. And please, darling, do not think, not ever, about paying one little itty bitty dime for the drinks or food at my house. You and your friends are always my guests. Now, stand here by the fire for a few minutes and get warmed up. You look almost blue from the cold. What have you been doing with yourself? Now when does the music start? This brownie is begining to have it's desired effect.................."

"Hi Lola," said c.i.. "I noticed you were someplace else for awhile, and saw you at another 'location,' before you returned home." With Lola's concentration on Mikey, c.i. slowly slips away..... c.i.

Don't go c.i., Mikey is with his friends now, he was fine after warming himself by the fire for a few minutes. How are you this evening? Come join me for some port and a little sorbet. Do you like raspberry? I'm sorry I had to be away, but I'm home now and very very happy.

Hi Lola, Love some port and raspberry sorbet. How did you know? Don't need to apologize for being away - we all have other responsbilities to attend to. But I'm glad to see you back! We're all happy to have you back..... c.i.

Cobalt waddles over in her poorly-fitting radiation suit.
"Hey, c.i! What's that confection? Some kinda sorbet or summat? And Lola, I didn't realize I should been puttin on formalwear! If I borrow a neck gaiter (Ooops, I meant ASCOT) from mikey, will that slide me in here to meet the dress code? Oh, wait, I think you told that blue mikey he was welcome in any attire - or like that, whatever. I am just glad I am not one 'o dem green folks! They're muttering somthing about a RutabagaYeti! Whazzup?"

'I think the Rutabegayeti and some Wildclickers are still wandering around lost in some brilliant red forest somewhere in their PT Cruisers, cobalt.' said danon just having arrived from flying the B-1 around. 'Now, that was an experience, he said, I'm used to taking off and within a minute I'd be miles from the airport. In the B-1, I take off and a minute later I'm barely clearing the departure threshold of the airstrip. But what an exciting ride with that twin rowed rotary engine purring in front of me.'

'Hello Lola!! Glad to see you've joined the party. Still calling yourself Ethel eh? When a kid I always thought of Ethel as High Octane gasoline. There were a small chain of service stations named Rose Gasoline whose slogan was Ride with Rose, and we kids had a joke about it. "Ride with Rose - Sleep with Ethel - And get it Regular!" '

Hey Withers!! Double Evan Williams please!

Who does a guy have to see to get a coffee around here ?

What kind of place is this ?

The place I came from with my ghost friend here had coffee on all day and nice worn sofas with little doggies running around.

Let me introduce myself cos I am sounding a bit gruff and aggressive and I don't mean to be.

So there I was sleeping on my favourite sofa in a Cafe frequented by some here and others. I woke up after a long sleep it must be said to find the place empty and just me and this here ghost in the place-take a bow ghostie- not too much. I look outside and there's a sign saying closed until foider notice (it was in New Yoik). So I look for this foider notice and when I don't find it I amble down the street sniffing for coffee.

3 weeks and 4 days later I smell the aroma coming out of this place so tell me someone how do I join ?

PaL is very happy to see her friend Lola. "Hi Lola!" Jack is wagging his tail and begging for doggie treats.

PaL does a double-take and then she recognizes HereIAmAgain. "Hi hiama! Glad you found your way from the Cafe 101. Lola's personal chef brews wonderful coffee, with fresh coffee beans flown in from all over the world. Here, let me bring you a fresh cup of coffee."

"Welcome back, hiama and good to see ya!" jes calls for coffee and then excuses herself. "Much paperwork, lots of plans and stuff to do. My secretary is now overly efficient and as a result I have even more to do. Ah, the perils of having a robotic secretary. But she is nice, and she doesn't squeak or rumble or anything like that."

But, miss one periodic oil change, and "squeak, squeak, squeak....." c.i.

Ah PAL how nice to see you again, lovely coffee , if I drop off to sleep let one of the doggies give me a lick that will wake me up and I'll take them for a spin round the block. Jes, as busy as ever I see nice to see you, is the bathroom completed yet ?

Hiama drifts off to sleep and dreams of .......