Lola's Salon

Is that you, firstthought? WELCOME to A2K. ** Who the heck is ft? c.i.

hmmmm, that firstthought looks familiar....

littlek, You too huh? Damn, my memory is not dependable at all any more. c.i.

firstthought, is that you really? I had almost given up on you. How have you been? Welcome. Have a seat and I'll have Withers bring you a drink.

hang on lola

withers is dithering about bringin my drinkin first

Steve, "drinkin" sounds plural to me! LOL c.i.

Wow, I thought I posted, but nothing showed up.
Withers, some champagne and a couple of Alice B. Toklas brownies, please. That altercation with the parking meter must have given me more than two black eyes. Yikes!

Glad to hear Diane, Steve, Lola, First Thought and all are hanging out at the Library of the Salon this evening. Kind of a whole weekend for reflection, eh? Not thinking of too much that is serious today. Noticing there is a 'feel' to the world events of the rush to war and the fall of the shuttle - everything seems surreal.

So, surreal, here I come. "Could I please have a glass of Cabernet Savignon, Withers?"

Hello Steve, Diane, firstthought, little k and Cobalt. Withers, is it true you've been dithering? Have you kept Steve waiting for his drink too long?

Withers: (clearing throat) Well Miss Lola, it was Fifi. She was absent for over thirty minutes, not attending to the ladies.....I had to make some emergency arrangements. Funny, I couldn't find Mr. Steve during that time either. (shaking head) I must be getting old........

Lola: There, there, Withers.....it's ok. Just bring Steve his drink now, and we won't worry about it anymore.

Howdy, first thought! :-D

Blatham have gone back to the beginning makes good reading. where is the red light? Tastefully done of course using the Feberge 1893 Caucasus Egg with a light in it would be suitable for Lolas magnificent apartments.

Knocky, knock knock Ah you must be Withers I'm an old friend of Ms Lola from her Ethel days I hope I am welcome . Oh good I will have one of this Churchians and a boilermaker but make the slug Genfiddish. I hope that will not be to much bother for you. many thanks. I think I will make myself comfortable and find out whos who theses days.

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Hi first thought how are you? Driven nuts by this crazy world? well join the club.

Lola, thanks so much for having a word with Withers. I'm sure he did not mean to keep me waiting. There is really no need to take the whip to him...lola! no really, thats better. Look I've got a very pleasant bottle of red here, The Society's French full Red. Vin de Pays des Cotes Catalanes. 13.5% Most agrweeable.

Cobalt your banana looks a bit rum, or rather lack of rum

http://cocktails.about.com/library/recipes/blbananadaiquiri.htm

Peace&Love and Jack (super Border Collie) are snuggled up together in the big comfy easy chair by the window. Through the window, PaL can see Blatham's Purple Pandemonium, the converted school bus that was used for their last adventure. PaL hopes that Blatham will take everyone on a bus adventure again someday.

When firstthought enters, PaL looks up and says "Hey! firstthought! Good to see you here!"

"Woof!"

"Lola, it's always good to return to your house and snuggle up in this comfy chair."

jes takes a healthy slug of cough syrup. "Mmm, it's kind of like JD, but with a nasty fake cherry aftertaste."

"Miss, can I get you some tea with honey and lemon?" asks Fifi, pressing her hand to jes's forehead and looking concerned.

"Ah, thanks, excellent. And some comfort food, if you have it."

"Which would be --?"

"Fried chicken and oven-fried potatoes, with a side salad with Granny Smith apple slices, walnuts and gorgonzola cheese with the greens." sniffles jes, looking for the remote.

"Dressing?" asks Fifi.

"No, I'll just be wearing sweat pants and this ratty tee shirt." says jes. "Atchoo!"

"Bless you. No, I mean, what kind of salad dressing would you like?"

"Oh, oops, sorry, cold's gone to my head. Some of that orange vinaigrette, please."

"Yes, of course. Now let me tuck you in." says Fifi, putting the comfy Afghan (the blanket, not a large dog) around jes and turning on old 'Brady Bunch' reruns.

"Perfect. Thank you ever so much." murmurs jes, sinking into the coach while the televised Marcia Brady takes a football to the nose.

Lola reclines on her chaise lounge. Her evening wrap draped across her shoulders and lap. Feet all cozy in her new fuzzy slippers.

"why, firstthought, so glad to see you've made yourself comfortable. Whatever HAVE you been up to? We were all worried about you. Sit here with me for a few minutes and tell me everything about yourself since we last saw you."

"Steve, I believe I will have some of that red wine, what's it's name........oh thanks..........um um. Good to have you stop by."

"Withers, maybe you could bring a little treat for Jack the Super Border Collie, and P&L....... here have a brownie. Yes the Purple Pandemonium seems to be taking a much needed rest in the parking garage up the street. The poor little bus over did it's self, it seems. I'm sure he will revive when he gets damn good and ready to do so. In the mean time, we'll just wait and wait and wait...........oh pllllllllllllllease! Don't throw us in that briar patch! Hi there Jack, (rubbing ears and scratching Jack's neck) how've ya been?"

"Diane, thanks for the brownies, as usual. What would we ever do without you? Or what would Alice B. do without you either?"

"Cobalt, it sounds as if you're having a bit of a time of it out there in Arizona...........here, I'm going to click you here to the Salon so you can relax with your friends.......

"Fifi, would take Ms. Jespah up to a nice cozy guest room where she can sleep and get all better? She looks like she could use some rest. We'll have to find some way to protect Ms Jes from her workaholic self."

Sweet music drifts down the stairway into the Salon........Lola wonders where Ms HofT has been off to lately. Hoping she'll soon return. Actually all the airplane people have been missing of late. Lola hopes everything is ok.

Lola stands and says she needs to make an important announcement.

I have some important reports to do by next Monday, so I'm going to my study to do them. I will not come out until they're finished and done well. So, if you see me down here or doing anything other than sleeping and eating besides doing my work, push me back up the stairs. Tell me not to come back until I can tell you all that I have done my work. OK? Good..........thank you all for being such good friends.

See you next Monday or so.

Thanks dear hostess Lola, for clicking me in! Yes, it's been a tiring haul thus far in Arizona. At least the sun is a picker-upper. Just out of my element, and actually been outta my element for a couple years now. So, I am in great hopes to acclaimate soon. My saving grace is the wonderful Library in town here, where I am a most frequent patron.

Although I am sure Lola's Library is well stocked, I am curious if if is regularly upddated with new purchases? Right now I am happily into Looking for Spinoza: Joy, Sorrow, and the Feeling Brain, by Dr. Antonia Damasio, a worldfamous neurologist I heard on the NPR show with Diane Rheem last week. And, reading up on very enlightening information from the old "Wired" magazines I am buying in the Library sale room. Amazing how prescient their writers were about actualities now true just 7 years later! Even an article in a 1996 mag discussed losses on American freedoms and censorship back in 1995 and 1996! Oh, this is going to take some fine perusal.

"Withers, please check back with me in an hour or so. Sipping slowly here and there as I read will be my modes operandi (sp?). And, I must add that being able to come here is a respite from life in Mormon land. I had to negotiate just to be able to have my coffee in the house. So you can imagine how often I get a sip of a brew or good wine these days!"

please look at this today

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=2875&start=40

<one of the 4 "airplane people" mentioned by Lola executes quick overflight of Salon, drops leaflets with good wishes for those hard at work on report-writing, filing petitions for honorable if irretrievably lost causes, relaxing with glasses of Scotch / Cabernet Sauvignon, recovering from colds, otherwise slouching about on couches - or is it "coaches"?! - repairing the long-suffering Purple Pandemonium bus now in Body Shop near Lola's Manhattan townhouse, and departs in an easterly direction after welcoming FirstThought <G>>

Some three miles south, heavy black boots trudge up hill past the head shops. Each step is a dull thud of purposelessness. Today, even the jangle of his piercings inspire no sense of meaning. Hands deep in baggy pockets, bent, barely there at all, moving through Manhattan like a black plague germ in a tolerant uncaring host, Alvin, goth champion, is in no one's face today. Cynthia, the Princess of Darkness, is gone, leaving even the Greenday CD he'd stolen for her. Feet, parking meters...all pass by unseen, even the shiny shoes and tailored pants and long coat of the man on the corner near the government building stuffing a thick brown envelope into the mail slot. Inside, Jesus the janitor looks up at the abrupt thump of the envelope hitting the wet marble floor and sees Trevor turn and head to the crosswalk. Jesus leans his mop against the glass and picks up the envelope, absently reading it as he walks towards the reception desk..."To - the Governor; Subject - The Critical Diminishment of Progressive Social Policies in The Elctronic Era"