Lola's Salon

HIAMA, glub, thank you, glub, hic, for saving my life! But where is Danon? Ahh, there he is being soothed by Lola...he looks perfectly happy to me.
OK, time to cut me off. I do love the stuff, but one bottle is a record!! Either get me a life vest, or strap me to the chaise lounge so I won't harm myself or anyone else. And then....would you peel me a grape? Ummm, good.

I say old chaps, plaese aim yer eyees at me last poost - Maarch 6th, oh3 at 11:22am <<above ye awl ye spats!>> Tha last paragraph !!

In the mean time danon was devouring the attention from the most gracious hostess in all the universe. And - oh - apparently attempting to make sense of what else was going on around him.

'Oh, Hi there dys,' said danon, 'welcome to Lola's and plan to stay for awhile. Here, have a cognac, you deserve it.'

Lola's Salon
Parking the Hornet, Stradee hears splashing and laughter coming from Lilo

Nothing like a swim after circling landing field 48 hours. Stradee checks on Plamino who aims a disturbed neigh in her direction. "Sorry face ~ here's an apple for you" ~ Palamino nuzzles and happily takes his treats

"Hi Lola and everyone" Stradee greets the crowd and asks if it's ok to jump in the pool as everyone seems to be sitting on floaters. Withers offers Bollinger ~ "Thanks Withers" ! Stradee tosses a chaise lounge in the pool and relaxes asking "Where's Hoft and Timber"? <psst Hoft ~ Hiama named the pool Lilo. I'm not supposed to tell you though so keep it a secret>
:wink:

Danon, you say such sweet things. Kiss. How about we all have a bit of champagne?

My guest has returned home after a visit that can only be described as illuminating. I am throughly illuminated, uplifted and insprired. Missing him terribly.

Maybe he'll stop by the salon in a bit and we can all have a party in celebration of a fantastic good time.

Hi Stradee, mind if I join you in the middle of Lilo? The water is nicely warm..........feels good since my feet were getting a bit cold. Hi Dys........good of you to stop by. I hope you'll stop more often. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, champagne and a float on a raft in my pool.........excellent way to spend a Saturday night. I can think of only one other thing I'd rather be doing.

From a darkened corner of the Lilo there emerged a figure, dressed in lavalava, ula nifo, fue (formal), and - what is in Samoan, colloquially, a big chief high walking, high talking stick.
The figure asked in Samoanese - complete with hand and arm demonstratives - if it would be ok to come into the pool and relax with everyone. The answer was - - -

Sure

With all the confidence instilled in him that his hostess could manifest the figure placed his fue and his stick in a safe place and boldly stepped into the lilo.
<<
http://members.tripod.com/~blssooalo/
fue= flyswatter draped over shoulder - big chief high-walkin high-talkin stick is self evident in pic>>

dyslexia and hiama moved unperturbed over a bit to make room.

'Hi Sam' said danon, 'This is a nice lilo don't you think??

To which Sam loudly uttered, "Talofa"

Lola's Salon
Stradee makes room for Lola's floater, the women chatting about feet warmers, pedicures, Bollinger and Champagne, the men whispering something about mumu's...

Splash

It's Tulafali Sam seeming very fiafia meeting all of Lola's friends

There is scant warning. The fellow floating on the pool, mint julip in hand, notices the little umbrella in his drink begin to spin rapidly. Another, a lady, sitting with her feet in the pool, feels a familiar and compellingly intense sensation beginning in her toes. Withers, inside, comes abruptly alert as lights begin to flicker, appliances switch on and off, and as the dial on the radio pumping music to the pool begins to turn on its own. In the center of the pool, blatham explodes to the surface, in wide-eyed exclamation...

"MY GOD IN HEAVEN!"

The radio dial stops, picking up a southern country station and a slide guitar bringing in the first notes of a country ballad...

"Nobody nowhere
knows how I feel
I've really had no one to tell
she had me trapped
on the eleventh floor
of an upscale Dallas hotel

The ghost of Tex Ritter
stuck his head through the wall
spoke an idea I think's got wheels
he said, 'There's not one thing rotten in Demark and
Boy, are you head over heels!'"

little note to HoT....I'm very interested in this project, but have been tied up. Will talk with you further tomorrow.

<In the certain knowledge that electronics on the blink can only mean that Goblin - its ECMs switched on "high" - is on final approach to Lola's Salon, guests lolling in the pool gather on the rounded marble steps at the shallow end and brace themselves for tsunami generated by latest power-off very-short-field landing ending in gigantic splash as Goblin settles in deep end of pool.>

<Bedraggled HofT joins her friends near shallow end and is promptly handed a mint julep; has news of Timber, seen patrolling over at Iraq thread with his Warthog, and is anxious for news of "M"; hopes time window for conference call including "M" and the 11th-floor contingent can be arranged during next week; pls leave msg at toll-free 866 number - e-mail access still uncertain>

<Wrapped in giant warmed terrycloth bathrobe thoughtfully held out by Withers, HofT stops to kiss P+L's darling doggie and nuzzle Stradee's horse, promising to take both for gallop in Central Park as soon as she has finished with all 12 items on her "to do" list <G>>

Hiama pops the head of Tex Ritter back where it belongs in the NEXT dimension and making sure that the ladies all have their drinks topped up, apart from Diane who has by her own admisssion had quite enough, he secures all code files and declares a Code Red emergency.

Just then the plaintive notes of Coldplay come out of the piped music around the Lilo, the words seem appropriate to the current situation :

" And the spies came out of the water,
But you're feeling so bad cos you know,
But the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can't touch them though,
Cos they're all spies.
They're all spies.

I awake to see that no one is free,
We're all fugitives,
Look at the way we live.
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear no.
I said, which way do I turn?
Oh I forget everything I learn,

But the spies came out of the water,
But you're feeling so bad cos you know,
But the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can't touch them though,
Cos they're all spies,
They're all spies.

And if we all hide here,
They're going to find us,
If we don't hide now,
They're going to catch us where we sleep,
And if we don't hide here,
They're going to find us.

And the spies came out of the water,
But you're feeling so good cos you know,
And those spies hide out in every corner,
And they can't touch you no,
Cos they're just spies.
They're just spies.
They're just spies.
They're just spies.
They're just spies
......


We fade to a white sandy beach with an azure sea where we see Blatham, surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous amply bosomed hawaian nympettes who are stroking him and popping peeled grapes in his mouth, we see that he is laughing maniacally, his plan is working.....

EEEEK! Mon pauvre cheri, Hiama, has been abducted by topless, grass-skirted, Samoan-speakers!

Have no clue on these new codes, but argon storage here in polar latitudes does facilitate matters; please don't tell me Bora-Bora has nukes now <G>

So Hoft-its Ok , its just Blatham that has absconded, I am on my way, glad to hear the argon is proving adequate protection for growing the silicon and germanium crystals.

Jack (super Border Collie) is thumping his tail on the ground as HofT is giving him a good scratch behind the ears. Jack gives HofT a big slurpy doggie kiss.

PaL thanks hiama for the Coldplay song. She just recently discovered this group and is thinking about buying their first CD, "Parachutes". She's heard good things about that CD.

While PaL is searching through all the newspapers to find the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle, Withers brings her a wonderful warm sweet vanilla latte.

"Lola, thanks for your hospitality!"

Ok, Cobalt is peeking through the magic curtains shrouding the Salon and then moseys over to the set that shroud the island and even the set that open onto the upscale Dallas hotel... Door #1, 2 or 3? Decisions, decisions!

Wait, about that bubbling - was it bubbly to go down the hatch or was that *us* to be marinating in bubbling...water? Whatever! Cobalt thinks she spied danon5 third from the left - complete with fue and stick. What an image! She also thinks - "Hey, I'VE seen that walking stick!" She wishes she could have heard more tales from the South Pacific just a few weeks ago whilst dawdling in the Piney Woods area, just north of anyway. She sends an ESP greeting to her gracious host and hostess from 'that neck 'o the woods'....

Ok, where was I? If it is Sunday, I must be in... (ready for this?)...

<Cobalt really, really wants to make sure you are all ready for this>

... you see ...

(she is now in ... NORMAL)

HofT...M now has docs (via email). Waiting for word back and possible conference call times. Additionally, could you email me and clarify your thoughts on the 'vs' in "online vs real world".

<muttering under her breath that if the FAA - which has stamped her Medical Certificate Third Class "Must wear corrective lenses while flying" - knew she can read Blatham's new handwriting they would UNSTAMP the certificate.....>

Blatham - did explain concept at some length on the phone to Scarlett O'Hara; however would be glad to go over it again with you if had phone number! Not into e-mailing currently. Pls advise.