Lola's Salon

There he goes..............pretending to dislike logic, when really he's the most logical person around.

Throwing herself into her chair, Lola asks Withers for a glass of champagne. She puts her feet up on the velvet ottoman and asks if there are any men in the room unwise enough to sing a song.

Come on over to the Cantina with me Dys, I heard Rosie is performing!

I'm not disbelieving Lola. It sounds to me like you are right. <G>

Wait up guys, I need to go along and recoup my losses. :-D

You guys have fun.

Picking up her kitting..........no not really, rather........... picking up the newspaper she leans back and reads. She's been trying to get to this all day.

"Withers," she says, "forget the champagne and bring me some magic brownies."

"Yes, madam," says Withers as he scurries off to the kitchen.

Did she say "magic" brownies - maybe Rosie is a little flat tonight.

Meantime at the cantina.................

BillW and Dylexia park their horses at the corner and enter the the wide, swinging doors. Loud music greets their ears and on the stage, lit in red, is a dancer. She's not very good, but she's only the warm up girl.

The guys, sit down at the bar and order a somethingoranother. Turning to Dys, Bill says, "did you see Lola when we left, trying to pretend she didn't want to come with us?"

Dys laughs his wicked laugh and says not a word.

Meanwhile the guys recognize the smell they caught just as they were mounting their steeds...........brownies! Magic ones........

"What are we doin here?" asks Dys. "I think I'll head on back to the Salon, I'm feelin a little tired."

Alice B. Tolas arrives with the brownies, while a song erupts from just outside the doorway;
One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few
And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"Let all my guests come in."

And all go stumbling through that house
in lonely secrecy
Saying "Do reveal yourself"
or "Why has thou forsaken me?
And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast
Beyond the garden wall

Clap Clap Clap Clap

Beautiful song, Dys. Sing another if you will.

(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly leave, leave the future,
leave it open."

He stands where it is steep,
oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt now
like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
as all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
why they cannot have each other,
and let's sing another song, boys,
this one has grown old and bitter.

Dys,

I have a tear in my eye.

My but those brownies are good, pass me another one and let's do a little sing 'long:

Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up AND THAT'S AN INVITATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up TO MAKE A RESERVATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away,
Waiting to take you away.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up SATISFACTION GUARANTEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away,
Hoping to take you away.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up AND THAT'S AN INVITATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up TO MAKE A RESERVATION, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away,
Coming to take you away.
The magical mystery tour is dying to take you away,
Dying to take you away, take you away.

Ok, it's been one of those days, wicked evil wimmin and all - one more and it is off to bed:



Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill . . .

Invitation indeed. Anybody wanna go with me to the Cantina? Rosie is performing tonight and I hear she's good.

Dys, you're really good.

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.

They be sly and sneaky -

Just as I'm going to bed, the men are getting pensive and songful--could my timing be any worse?
Goodnight to all the lovely denizens of the 'Cafe and the Salon.

Good night Diane.........

Good night all.....................I loved the songs guys. Fun evening.

How was Rosie Lola - them "magic" brownies were sure good - hope I didn't do all the things I dreamed I did! Oh well, todays just another day - rise and shine

Walking in, appearing to be much more confident than she is, Fatima looks around for familiar faces.
While, at the same time, looking at the interesting persons, yet unknown to her.

In her stance of false bravado, she almost orders a triple expresso, as a knee jerk reaction. "Agua con gaz".... The facade almost shattered, she could not remember what country, or what language is required......


>>>>Sister, a cappucino might even work, as she sips the bubbling water......