Bistro Bijou

[champagne1982]

*cartwheels in*


Ta-DA!

A sheepish grin stuck on my face
instead of nickers ... they all have their place
but not inside Annies jammies
or on a jesuit's beard...

Say "Baaa."

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*cartwheels in*


Ta-DA!

*laughing*

HI CHAMPY!

Hey, write me a hot sexy lust poem. I need one for someone and my muse went to Transylvania two weeks ago.

 

[champagne1982]

*laughing*

HI CHAMPY!

Hey, write me a hot sexy lust poem. I need one for someone and my muse went to Transylvania two weeks ago.

Low down jazz plays
soft on my back
as your tongue spills
hot, in liquid bathed
as a single drop
sings to the limpid
puddle you've made
of me on the floor.

I ask nothing more
than this kiss.
Still your sighs, and hold
those promises.
We'll have time to keep
them later.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Low down jazz plays
soft on my back
as your tongue spills
hot, in liquid bathed
as a single drop
sings to the limpid
puddle you've made
of me on the floor.

I ask nothing more
than this kiss.
Still your sighs, and hold
those promises.
We'll have time to keep
them later.

Hotness!
Man, yer a miracle.

Whatever can I do to repay you? *waggles eyebrows*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*cartwheels in*


Ta-DA!

good grief she's not got knickers on either something just winked at me

 

[champagne1982]

good grief she's not got knickers on either something just winked at me

Well, I saw a few familiar faces and needed a place or two to sit . . .


. . . uhmm


ya. <whew!>

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Have you tried the new Bijou love seat?

 

[champagne1982]

Have you tried the new Bijou love seat?

Does it come in colours?

 

[Biffalo_Buff]

Well, I saw a few familiar faces and needed a place or two to sit . . .


. . . uhmm


ya. <whew!>

Well, if that's the case,

Howdy, darlin'.

Still lookin' for a place to rest those fine legs? My face may not be familiar, but I hear this eatery's friendly to strangers.

 

[Tzara]

Tzara, sweet, if you're managing your hangover at all, perhaps you could help me out. Have you and Martha been living exclusively on love and pinot grigio, or is there something like a menu of actual food? I don't think the Swedish Chef is being very successful with the lobsters. He doesn't seem to grasp chocolate mousse either.

*Wanders in munching on a wedge of quiche lorraine carried on an elegant Spode plate*

Mhf, hgi, Bhjhu!

*swallows*

Sorry. Martha baked a quiche. Good thing, y'know?

*looks vaguely guilty*

I'm not sure there's any left now, though. I think Devo left some chocolate doughnuts, but they look kind of stale.

*wanders over to the juke box, taps in a combo*

Martha's pretty cool, actually, for a convicted felon. Digs Horace Silver. We've been listening to him all morning.

*looks over the top of the bar*

Hey. There any of that Ponzi Pinot Gris left? The 2006? She said it "married well with the tart."

Or something like that.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Does it come in colours?

No no. I don't care what you heard. Total misunderstanding. I was trying some new mood lighting in the back room that night.

And I think Tzara had some sort of odd freakout - one must never mix chablis with Lophophora williamsii.

He seemed to be getting way too much out of staring at the Rauschenberg in the men's room.

eta:

simultaneous posting. It's certainly the grail of stuff like this.

Spode? In the Bistro? What'll happen when I bring in those bouzouki players next Wednesday? You know how hard they are on the plates...

eta eta:

By the way, howdy, Biff. Or should I call you Buff? Welcome.

tragically, I must go. I'll be gone all weekend, in fact. But I did hire these folks to play tomorrow night.

I expect to see a lot of shenanigans by the time I get back.

 

[Tzara]

No no. I don't care what you heard. Total misunderstanding. I was trying some new mood lighting in the back room that night.

I think it looks good in calico, myself.

And I think Tzara had some sort of odd freakout - one must never mix chablis with Lophophora williamsii.

He seemed to be getting way too much out of staring at the Rauschenberg in the men's room.

I like goats. And tires. Especially together.

I do hope, though, the Moderna Museet loaned it to the Bistro and Liar didn't just like lift it or anything.

Whatever. It does look good in the Men's Room, though. Sorry, ladies

Spode? In the Bistro? What'll happen when I bring in those bouzouki players next Wednesday? You know how hard they are on the plates...

Spode's pretty substantial. It's not like Mikasa or something. There's a lot of clay in those plates.

I mean, the bouzouki guys aren't amplified, are they? No Marshall stacks or anything, right?

*nervous*

 

[Tzara]

*cartwheels in*


Ta-DA!

Well.

That was revealing.

 

[Tzara]

You know...

*Licks the last of Martha's superbly flaky crust off the Spode plate and places it in the dishwasher. Selects "gentle cycle" and turns the appliance on.*

you learn so much about people here. What gets people off, what they like to eat, what TV shows they watch.

*Finds a Diet Coke in the fridge and spritzes it open.*

Even (musing to himself) that the Champster has had at least some rudimentary gymnastics training.

*Pause.*

One wonders about how much, of course.

Ha.

Hmmm.

*Looks strangely pensive.*

Flexibility, (murmurs to himself) is always good.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Does it come in colours?

I've heard it depends on the mood of the sitter or is that the sittee very soon becomes the sitarrrrrrrr ..... now there's music to your ears depending on how deeply in you shove your ears of course ....... am I rambling? altogether now "I love to go a ramberling along the mountains traaaack"
I don't like goats they've got funny eyes and eat the washing ......

 

[darkmaas]

I don't like goats they've got funny eyes and eat the washing ......

PADDY MCGINTY'S GOAT
(Traditional)


Mister Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note,
Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat.
Said he, "Sure, of goat's milk I mean to have my fill!"
But when he got his Nanny home, he found it was a Bill.

And now all the ladies who live in Killaloo
Are all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do.
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat,
And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat!

Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane, .
Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane?
He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin."
"Twas only Pat McGinty's goat, " she answer'd with a grin.

Then she went away from the village in disgrace,
She came back with powder and paint upon her face.
She'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat,
You bet your life they never came from Paddy McGinty's goat.

Little Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie,
She washed all her trousseau and hung it out to dry.
Then up came the goat and he saw the bits of white:
He chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night:

"Oh turn out the gas quick!" she shouted out to Pat,
For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at.
I'd got two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote,
But now I've one of nothing, all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat.'

Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day.
He won twenty dollars and shouted, "Hip Hooray!!"
He held up the note, shouting "Look what I've got!"
The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed all the lot.

"He's eaten my banknote," said Mickey, with the hump.
They ran for the doctor, he brought a stomach pump.
He pumped and he pumped for that twenty dollar note,
But all he got was sixpence out of Paddy McGinty's goat.



...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

There's an Irish pub in Tenerife called that
We used to have a white goat but I couldn't get on with the damn thing and I love animals I was born on the farm and used to go in and pet the bull and make pets out of the chickens. But that damn thing well no wonder they depict the devil as a goat

 

[beetrootjesuit]

Low down jazz plays
soft on my back
as your tongue spills
hot, in liquid bathed
as a single drop
sings to the limpid
puddle you've made
of me on the floor.

I ask nothing more
than this kiss.
Still your sighs, and hold
those promises.
We'll have time to keep
them later.

Ahhhhh. Isn't it good to see some poetry return to the Bistro. And I see that Martha has a new friend and a decorating cause. It's all good. I think my work here is complete.

<Starts disconnecting the canaanizer>

If any of you are ever in Toronto, you are likely to find me here. Make mine a double.


::

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*Sits in corner and writes out a hundred times ..... I must not go with Ron to a charity meeting and ask the speaker an awkward question (that he said he has never been asked before) and when I get an answer tell him he is sexist*

I did have an interesting conversation with The Deputy High Lieutenant of Bedfordshire afterwards though and oh yes I shouldn't have asked about his woggle either

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I think it looks good in calico, myself.
I like goats. And tires. Especially together.

I do hope, though, the Moderna Museet loaned it to the Bistro and Liar didn't just like lift it or anything.

Whatever. It does look good in the Men's Room, though. Sorry, ladies
Spode's pretty substantial. It's not like Mikasa or something. There's a lot of clay in those plates.

I'm not actually sure how it got to the men's room, actually. Nor am I going to talk about how I noticed that it was there.

Be that as it may, you're right that it looks good in there. Inspiring, somehow...

I mean, the bouzouki guys aren't amplified, are they? No Marshall stacks or anything, right?

*nervous*

I'm more worried about this sort of behavior.


I've been to a Greek restaurant with live music once or twice. It seems to be traditionally very hard on the china.

*Sits in corner and writes out a hundred times ..... I must not go with Ron to a charity meeting and ask the speaker an awkward question (that he said he has never been asked before) and when I get an answer tell him he is sexist*

I did have an interesting conversation with The Deputy High Lieutenant of Bedfordshire afterwards though and oh yes I shouldn't have asked about his woggle either

I dunno - sounds like I for one would have been proud of you.

And dare I ask what a woggle is? And what you asked about it?

Hi all. I had a stunningly fine weekend. If y'all had even half as good a time, I'm happy for you.

Anybody need anything?

 

[Homburg]

A woggle is the slide that a scout uses to keep his neckerchief closed on his uniform.

In my world at least...

 

[champagne1982]

OPA! <breaking plates and mandolin sound effect/on>

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*moves the good china to the back closet, hands Champy more plates, sets some cheese on fire*

w00t! Greek night!

Here, sweetie, some bouzouki music. I hear you're quite the acrobat.

Is that you in the yellow silk?

Hi Hatboy! So good to see you here.

Some scotch? I just opened a Talisker 14. It'll bitch-slap you, but that's just how it is.

Somehow I doubt that Annie was discussing boy scout uniforms - but that's an interesting tidbit. I have a former Scout in my life right now... I should ask him about his woggle.

 

[champagne1982]

I haven't been able to shake my boobs like that ever since they wired my sternum together. OW...

 

[champagne1982]

LOL I'd bet a woggle or five was shakin' with the two belly dancers.