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So where the hell is that drunk cheerleader I keep hearing about? I want to check out her "Pom Poms"

Here let me put a nickel in the juke box and play ONE for Sassy and Dora!
(the song doesn't have any meaning I jus like it! :D)

Hey Sassy - You MFN Ninja P You!
 
So where the hell is that drunk cheerleader I keep hearing about? I want to check out her "Pom Poms"

Here let me put a nickel in the juke box and play ONE for Sassy and Dora!
(the song doesn't have any meaning I jus like it! :D)

Hey Sassy - You MFN Ninja P You!

*slow dancing in a very dark corner with TZ* :cool:
 
*not here T...the health department has strict codes against that*
*i think the back room is free* ;)

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*background music*
 
Sounds ideal. Being able to be with those you love, and not just opt for loving the one your with. This is far closer to perfection than many will get in their lifetime. Hope you all are deliriously happy

Happy B'Day, Hat Boy. Many more. :heart: :kiss: :rose:
not too happy though....try to reserve a little 'ornery' for the bistro. :)

Thank you, darlin. Honestly, no, we're not all deliriously happy. Polyamory, thy name is compromise. viv would surely have been happier if I'd stayed all day, and MIS would have been happier had I been with her all day. *shrug* compromise was reached by spending the morning with the former and the evening with the latter. And, oddly enough, while happy, I was not deliriously happy either. Deliriously happy is both of them under the same roof with me.

That said, this is as close to completely happy as I can be right now :D I just didn't want to paint some fairy tale picture of our little triad. It was a good birthday though.

I did get to do some artwork while I was here. You folk might appreciate it, even if it isn't poetry...

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Roses and lilacs done in Sharpie. I prefer the colouring from the redo I did the day later, but I didn't get any pics from that what can be shown sans editing like this shot can.
 
That said, this is as close to completely happy as I can be right now :D I just didn't want to paint some fairy tale picture of our little triad. It was a good birthday though.
Well good. That's the next best thing. Happiness, in any degree, is a gem.
I did get to do some artwork while I was here. You folk might appreciate it, even if it isn't poetry...

Art, on love, on your beloved. Sounds like poetry to me. :rose:
Nice work, btw.

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That's so cool - I thought I was the only one who liked to draw on people with sharpies. And that's stunning work, Homburg.

Well the weekend was an extreme magnificence. Numbers wise, we did amazingly well. There were 340 people out there, and definitely no millionaires; everyone was just about as poor as the rest of the country right now, but we still managed to raise around $24,000. w00t!

My little group of 15 was responsible for $2100 of that. Our main thing was the Snotty Martini Party, for which we rope of the campsite and charge $25 to get in and be schmoozed by well-dressed, charming slaves carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres. There were six or seven martinis on the menu, until the lushes drank every mixer we had. By 2 am everyone else was exhausted so they had ME behind the bar (that's one of the seven signs of the coming apocalypse, apparently.) People would order a martini, and I'd say, "We have vodka, and we have ice. The end. Would you like your vodka WITH ice or WITHOUT?"

I didn't spill things very often, so that's a plus.

And I bought my very first bra at the auction, or at least the first one I've ever worn for more than 20 minutes. It's yellow and has pink polka dots on it. It's REALLY obnoxious.

I had to get the drag queens to help me put it on. It got all twisted and I couldn't figure out what was going wrong. And later that night getting undressed for bed, I pulled it over my head like a shirt before remembering that they design those with stuff at the back that you can unhook. lolz.

The loststar may still be out there. When I left on Monday she was gleefully engaging in some tonsil hockey with a wonderful person of our acquaintance and looking quite contented. I suspect she hasn't gone home yet. I am such a bad influence.

I am
heat stroked
mildly sunburned
surprisingly NOT that hung over
pleased as Punch
immensely proud of all my little Tribefolk
still unamused by martinis
enfolded in the rapture of the infinite
completely braindead
blown away by the basic goodness of people
filled with stories I really shouldn't tell

and happy to be back.

bj
 
bj, oddly enough i did manage to pull myself away from that amazing person, i had to come home to the cats:cattail: dammed felines i am attempting to adjust to the real world, but im glad im leaving it soon, i just cant stand all this reality, its a goodthing that i have poems to write, and movies to watch, wow i'm rambling, i think i donated my brain to a good cause....well ta ta for now
 
The loststar may still be out there. When I left on Monday she was gleefully engaging in some tonsil hockey

"Tonsil Hockey"??? So Loststar, did you play nice or did you get 'stuck' in the "penalty box?"
 
I am always nice but I hardly ever play fair, besides Idont think i would of minded being stuck in a box, as long as I got to drag along a friend
 
Well good. That's the next best thing. Happiness, in any degree, is a gem.

On this we do agree. And the weekend was good. Monday was horribly, unbelievably shitty, but the weekend was good.

Art, on love, on your beloved. Sounds like poetry to me. :rose:
Nice work, btw.

Well, put that it's poetic. But isn't that the core experience of poetry? Put it that way, and it sounds like poetry. Just say it, and it's prose.

And thank you. I was oddly proud of it. I'm usually hyper-critical of my own work, but I was honestly bubbling over with happiness on this one. This was due in large part to very low expectations. I've never done this before, and had only figured out how to draw passable roses about a week before attempting this. And never done a lilac. And never worked in colour in this manner at all. So the fact that it turned out well was surprising, and really squelched my usual self-critique.

I will try to find a pic of the second day and get it on here. I really preferred the roses the second time around. Sleeping on it rubbed a lot out, but also softened the tones, and the redoing of lines and shading made the roses look really good.

To be honest, something in me really resonates with temporary artwork like this, especially on living canvas. I had the same incredible feeling of accomplishment from the cell popping I did the last time around (though that may be permanent. It still remains to be seen.)

The compliments she received from the various people that saw it helped too :eek:

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That's so cool - I thought I was the only one who liked to draw on people with sharpies. And that's stunning work, Homburg.

I :heart: :heart: :heart: Sharpies and skin. I've been writing and drawing on people for a good while now, though the writing is usually not for public consumption of course. This was my first foray into something complicated, and I am still surprised at how well it turned out. I may have to try this again with some other subject.

Well the weekend was an extreme magnificence. Numbers wise, we did amazingly well. There were 340 people out there, and definitely no millionaires; everyone was just about as poor as the rest of the country right now, but we still managed to raise around $24,000. w00t!

That's awesome! Good on ya!
 
That sounds like an awesome weekend, BJ and Loststar! I can't believe you guys raised that much! Wow.


I'm back to work today and beyond exhausted.
 
the bottle of patron is out on the bar, anyone care to have one with me?
 
ramblings of a tired mind

I am glad that the bistro has a peg to hold my mask, like the hat that it is


eloquent lies make them happy
for the only part of me
left in their world
is the mask
that i don
when slipping in and out

he can sense that my heart isnt really in it
some of them can too
espiceaily those who can see me on the other side of the glass

the glass that holds the posion, that draws out the posion

oh sweet honesty

what I would not give for me to only know your name
 
I am glad that the bistro has a peg to hold my mask, like the hat that it is


eloquent lies make them happy
for the only part of me
left in their world
is the mask
that i don
when slipping in and out

he can sense that my heart isnt really in it
some of them can too
espiceaily those who can see me on the other side of the glass

the glass that holds the posion, that draws out the posion

oh sweet honesty

what I would not give for me to only know your name

shiny one, that is damn fine work. you have some truly good moments in this one. the last three lines really struck me.

hey it's suddenly cold and rainy here. I'm really glad it didn't do this three days ago when we were camping...

So I find myself thinkin' about soup. Campbell's Cream of Grrrl, to be exact.

bj
 
shiny one, that is damn fine work. you have some truly good moments in this one. the last three lines really struck me.

hey it's suddenly cold and rainy here. I'm really glad it didn't do this three days ago when we were camping...

So I find myself thinkin' about soup. Campbell's Cream of Grrrl, to be exact.

bj

Summer showed up here just in time for the air conditioning at work to shut down. Send us the cold and rainy! It's smokin' hot here and I'm dying. [/dramatic exaggeration]
 
Summer showed up here just in time for the air conditioning at work to shut down. Send us the cold and rainy! It's smokin' hot here and I'm dying. [/dramatic exaggeration]

nice drama, baby!

Allow me to guide you over here to the fainting couch, darling. I have trays of fresh fruit, brie, french bread and about six different kinds of cookies left over from this weekend. Do you like your grapes peeled or unpeeled?

Oddly, this rain is actually a bit of fallout from the hurricane. Check this cool radar I'm watching.

But I'm pretending that it's a tasty dream of a day in the pacific northwest. On days like this I pretend I live there, among the sophisticates and the Starbucks.

bj
 
nice drama, baby!

Allow me to guide you over here to the fainting couch, darling. I have trays of fresh fruit, brie, french bread and about six different kinds of cookies left over from this weekend. Do you like your grapes peeled or unpeeled?

Oddly, this rain is actually a bit of fallout from the hurricane. Check this cool radar I'm watching.

But I'm pretending that it's a tasty dream of a day in the pacific northwest. On days like this I pretend I live there, among the sophisticates and the Starbucks.

bj


We have a fainting couch? Cool. Err I mean hot. I think I am a peel on kinda person--off is too much fussing. Brie is a bad thing to put beside me--I don'share.
 
We have a fainting couch? Cool. Err I mean hot. I think I am a peel on kinda person--off is too much fussing. Brie is a bad thing to put beside me--I don'share.


The fainting couch was almost the first thing I installed around here. It's one of those 19th century monstrosities from drawing rooms that featured lots of cherubs and frothy tapestries.

It's shaped like a big swan. So you'll look fabulous on it.

You don't have to fuss with the grapes. I'll peel them for you. And I always have my own brie. It's a survival thing, like a bowie knife or an elf rope.

bj
 
There once was a chick who did gleam
Who wanted to work at a job it did seem
Because she’d do her part
And already had a head start
She now plays Tonsil Hockey with the team!


(Oh, Loststar, I am SO sorry. I'll have UYS give me a clout when she's back. I'm so ashamed of myself)
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CONGRATS
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LOSTSTAR!!!

 
we wont wait for uys to get back, i'll wack you here and now(but only because you like it) im sure some of the professionals can help me with my first time, bj, homburg how exactly do i swing this thing:D

I miss uys, when is she comming back?
btw, im not always a team player...it depends on the team
 
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