Lola's Salon

Lola's Salon
Hornet, Stealth, Blackbird, Glider and Timbers new Warthog parked in subsonic and supersonic hanger at Victoria Airport BC <Glider became subsonic as Jack relived Baron flying days>

All arrived safely but we're missing Jes and and Mikey! Lola's just arrived <wearing cool Jeans and feathered hat > says rest of group will arrive after stops at the Village, Jes with instructions to insta Carol
to not interrupt Jes's vacation only in case of dire emergency/ and

Cobolt < looking rather spiffy wearing newly altered radiation suit > clicks WCN arriving just in time for breakfast of brownies and coffee/ glad you're here Cobolt ~ everyone gathering waiting for Blatham, Jes and Mikey.

Stradee and Danon checklisting grain, oats, alfalfa, horsebackriding gear/ program coordinates for transport to Rockey Mountain Range where wild
horses and burros live/ thanking the great white spirit horses arn't being sent to foreign lands/ errr - well not till we tranport them to state Stradee just puchased for sanctuary/ we'll of course ask Blathams permission first, after all we are visiting/

Victoria International Airport...10:27 AM...turbaned cab drivers sit smoking or lounging against their yellow Cavaliers with lousy suspension...limo after limo pass the group of handsome, if older, women and their ten foot high mound of cumulative baggage...eyes dart this way and that as feet fidget and hands are shoved into the warm depths of pockets...no blatham as far as the eyes can see...perhaps, it is wondered, we aren't welcome...there was, after all, no invitation advanced they belatedly realize...still...

"What the bloody hell," H of T exclaims, pointing to a large field bordering runway 7, "is that?!" In the distance, a purple and orange converted school bus with roof removed and upper deck seating added (eight easy boy recliners with a large patio umbrella over each) slithers at frightening speed towards them over the wet field, dragging a barbed wire fence and sending up behind a huge rooster tail of mud and smooshed asparagus. From the large black on-board loudspeaker..."He comes."

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Stradee stands quietly watching mustangs graze peacefully/ for now.

Only 200 wild mustangs left in Canada where once millions of wonderful wild mustangs roamed free.

Stradee decides purchasing 300,000 acres of Canadian wilderness for horses/
transport not a good idea/animals health at stake/

http://members.shaw.ca/save-wild-horses/shandirefer.htm



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Stradee click returns to Victoria International where Hoft pointing at whirlwind emerging from 1-9er right runway/ all look and see our reluctant
host Blatham driving converted vw bus-limo-atv-wrangler/

Blatham stops near group of men and women from Florida / while greeting guests realizes the group from Lola's is waving from building where subsonic/supersonic planes parked/

Hi Blath/ good to see ya finally arrived/ <cough, cough> Stradee suggests Blatham install air quality control device on vehicle/ gives Blatham a warm welcome hug/

The group stands in awe at the sight of Blatham driving his orange and purple converted bus, making its way toward them across the field. They have always known that Blatham is a little wild and crazy, but still had the naive impression that Canadians, at heart, were consevative, contemplative sorts. Until now.

Wow. Are we all here? Yes, I think we are and there's plenty of room in the bus. P&L looks a little windswept, but still beartiful and Jack is his usual handsome self, very dapper with his scarf around his neck.

Cobalt, more curvaceous than ever, looking smashing in her space suit, is thrilled to finally meet this extraordinary group of friends. She has a glow and everyone notices. Cobalt is on the move. The thot plickens.

Oh my God!!! The group collectively yells when Blatham finally arrives and hops out of the bus. He hadn't taken the time to dress before coming to the airport. It's really a shame it is so cold outside.

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whoops/ Stradee notices Blatham not wearing cloths/ offers him a pair of Union Label Made In America Jeans and Old Navy Shirt <not sure where the shirt was manufactured> / a pair of warm stockings and Lands End boots/

The group chatting happily/ Blatham discusses seating arrangements for everyone plus dinner reservations he's made at luxurious restaurant at Sidney-By-The-Sea/ a lovely waterfront view/

Hoft, Stradee, Danon, Timber and P&L secure airplane hanger at airport before leaping on second level of purple and orange vw bus where peace signs painted above each window/ picking recliner seating/ Diane and Cobolt whispering to each other somthing about a meeting in town/ Blatham serving drinks with one shroom placed on each umbrella garnish/

Everyone comfortably seated/ Blatham fires all eights <the vw was converted for larger engine> shifts to first gear and catapaults the group
from airport to Sidney restaurant/ top level people hair flying straight back
as we all decide Blatham's vw can certainly be entered in next Canadian Air Flight races competition/

Batten down the hatches, errrrrr hats, I mean.

Rev it up boys, let's gooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Stately willows bend away from the road in fright and distaste as the careening busload of aged rowdies pushes a wave of hot noisy air out of its path. The industrial-strength audio system is noted by dolphins three miles out to sea.

"All Right!! We've got Tunes!!"

PaL and Jack (super Border Collie) are riding along in a LazyBoy recliner, on the upper level, grooving to the music, and loving the Peace Signs on the side of the bus.

"Here, everyone, we brought along lots of CD's to listen to..... how about "Cripple Creek", to start.....


Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one


.....everyone sings along.....


I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
She tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one


(the dolphins slap the water with their flippers, to the beat of the music)

Aged rowdies? Aged? Aged? My dear Blatham, speak for yourself. Just because we can sing "Up on Cripple Creek" word for word does not make us old. No it does not.

Lola leans back in her hammock, which is stretched across the back of the very quaint VW bus. Taking off her be-feathered hat, she lights up. Big inhale, ahhhhh.......feeling benevolent, Lola decides to share with the others. Soon everyone is feeling laid back and mellow, havin a really great time, not worrying about their age or anything like that.

In this contemplative mood, Lola finds herself wondering what Sam Clements meant by that quotation in the intro of Huck Finn. "I wonder," says Lola, to herself, but loud enough for the others to hear, "knowing the way Twain felt about critics, I suppose he may have been having fun with some particular critic...........hummmm, or, I wonder.........he may have just been feeling funny and in a good mood........"

"Hey, Blatham," calls P&L, "tell us a story........"

<timber catches his breath, finally recovering from the sprint to catch the bus and heave himself aboard>

Well, never mind the high-speed, low-level, terrain-following border crossing ... nothing much to say. I'll get the pine bough's and birdfeathers off the Warthog later. I 'm pretty sure it didn't pick up any gravel scrapes.


Cool bus, blatham and [sidewise]glance[/sidewise] [lifted] eyebrow[/lifted], another interesting fashion statement.

Glad somebody brought a boombox. I'll take a tall frosty for that drink you promised, Diane ... a nice hearty dark if you can come up with one.



timber

Meanwhile, somewhere on a cobblestone lined street in the far off nether Netherlands, I frantically run from coffee shop to coffe shop trying to find my clicker. I can't for the life of me remember where I left it. Now I'll miss the bus for sure. Damn I say to myself, Diane was right. No brownies til you get here. I didn't listen tho,,,,some things never change.

I had it all planned out too, preprogammed, stop by stop. All the coordinates logged in. Nice going Mikey I mutter to myself. Just classic.

The last shop is a block away. Maybe it's there, my last hope of catching the bus...

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Listing a bit to the left on the turns/ vw nearly hits a small group of Canadian Geese perched near the pier/ as if by magic, the geese step on the road causing Blatham to slam on the breaks/ geese all fly to the top of the bus where everyone looks stunned as the flock begins to sing

Come on and -
Ease on down-
Ease on down the Road!

Don't ya carry nothin'
that might be a load
Come on,
Ease on down... ease on down the road.

Keep your left foot up
When the right one's down

Just you keep on keepin'
On the road that you choose;
Don't you give up walkin"
Cause you gave up shoes...

Ease on down, ease on down the road --come on/
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Don't you carry nothing'
That might be a load,
Come on...

Ease on down - Ease on down the road


Their aria complete / the geese return to their perch and Stradee believes she possibly shouldn't have eaten more than one shroom before dinner/

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The vw cruises slowly toward town, <thankfully the geese arrived before a state trooper> everyone enjoying the night air and looking forward to seeing the sights/ greeting new arrivals from Lola's, when suddenly voices in unison ask

"Where's Mikey"?

Cobalt explains to the assembled group that mikey... is... well, easily-distractable and may be a while before he gets it together and we all meet, LOL!

P & L explains that Cobalt is sure "one to talk" and the whole group explodes in laughter. Meanwhile Diane is now making goo-goo eyes at a passing young fellow wearing shorty short shorts as he glides by on a brilliant green bike. Yep, that's all, just those shorty short shorts! HofT is beginning to wonder "what is it with Canadians, anyway?" And danon5 is wondering if it is only the male species of Canucks that are exhibatory, while Stradee remarks that Hooters is "different" up here...

I rush in the door of the last coffe shop around 9 pm and hope for the best. I walk up to the counter and ask the attendant if he's seen my clicker...I got the look so I described it to him in great detail. He says "could that be it in your jacket pocket?"
Now I give him the look, "what jacket pocket are you talking about?"
"The one you are wearing" he says staring at my jacket. I'm thinking to myself this guy is really losing it, but I figure I'll humor him and look. Sure enough, there it is right where I put it.....
I check my watch again, 9:05 pm, adjust for time zones, I can almost make the bus. I order 2 dozen more brownies to go and a cup of java, rush out the door, punch in the next set of coordinates and I'm off...

Timber, sweetie, here's the drink you wanted--just ask and I'll be happy to get you another any time you like, I owes ya big time!

As for Mikey, somebody needs to cut him offf for at least 24 hours when he gets here. He gets lost, he gets confuzzled and I would really like to hear him sing again. Whaddya say we tie him down before he can tie one on and get him going with the music? P&L has a few instruments and we all sing, so with Mikey really HERE it should be a great time. Come on Mikey--get your assets over here right away!!

Rockin' Down The Highway
Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Got those highway blues, can't you hear my motor runnin',
flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor.
All the way in town they can here me comin',
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more.
And I smell my motor burnin', underneath the hood is smoke,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.

Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.

The highway patrol got his eyes on me,
I know what he's thinkin' and it ain't good.
I'm movin' so fast he can barely see me,
gonna lose that man, I know I should.
I gotta kick in my peddle, make my Ford move a little bit faster,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.

Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.

Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.

Here's the rope for Mikey. I think we girls should tie the guy down, for his own good ya know.

Hey, Mikey, have a seat, I wanna show you a little something I have here for ya......................

I'm already here....and you never even saw me sneak on the bus at the last minute with Timber. Maybe it was the new shades I was wearing, maybe it was the boys hiding me out after we got wind of the plan you had in store for me......?

Brownies are in the top cupboard over the sink. And I could really use a drink about now.

Tie away girls, tie away...

<fumbling with the ropes around Mikey>

"Remember those Boy Scouts, back at Lola's house, when LightWizard got himself tied up in a knot? We could use some Boy Scouts to help us with these ropes. Do they have Boy Scouts in Canada?"

"Hold still, Mikey."

"Right Over Left, Left Over The Side."

"Oops"

"Where's the end of this rope?"

"Here's your drink, Mikey."