Bistro Bijou

[Angeline]

Spring is definitely here my Lilac is in full flower and the first Mossie of the year has taken a lump out of me *scratch scratch*

Mossie?

Oh I can't wait till the lilacs are in bloom here. They're my favorite flower (remind me of my grandparents--scent memories are so compelling), and I can only hope we get through their season without a frost to wilt them. I like to be able to get at least one or two cuttings of them before they fall apart.

ms. bijou, thank you kindly for the welcome to your bistro. once i'm settled in and comfortable with my environs, i will feel free to take part in the mayhem, wholeheartedly. if you and Anschul keep this up, we may have to start feeding outselves and pourin' our own drinks. for your sake, bj, i hope it's well liquor

Welcome. I've really enjoyed reading your higgeldy-piggeldy poems, and look forward to read your posts--both sacred and profane. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner. I've been in editing and essay scoring hell for the past three weeks.

I see you love Langston Hughes. Me, too. I've posted this link before, but dunno if you're familiar with it:

Weary Blues

It's Langston reading and accompanied by some gorgeous jazz.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*runs in to check on all the fabulosity*

*runs back out to work on her crown for the party tonight*

*runs back in to cop a feel on everyone sitting at the bar*

*runs into the back to accost Anschul. Funny animal noises ensue*

*runs back out again, waving*

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

That sounds good. You kiss mine, I'll lick yours... we'll both feel better!

Mmmmmm just what the doctor ordered

Mossie?

Oh I can't wait till the lilacs are in bloom here. They're my favorite flower (remind me of my grandparents--scent memories are so compelling), and I can only hope we get through their season without a frost to wilt them. I like to be able to get at least one or two cuttings of them before they fall apart.



Welcome. I've really enjoyed reading your higgeldy-piggeldy poems, and look forward to read your posts--both sacred and profane. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner. I've been in editing and essay scoring hell for the past three weeks.

I see you love Langston Hughes. Me, too. I've posted this link before, but dunno if you're familiar with it:

Weary Blues

It's Langston reading and accompanied by some gorgeous jazz.

Mosquito, midge call it what you like it bit me ... very tasty me lol I never have lilac in the house supposed to be unlucky one of those old wives tales but why push my luck lol

*runs in to check on all the fabulosity*

*runs back out to work on her crown for the party tonight*

*runs back in to cop a feel on everyone sitting at the bar*

*runs into the back to accost Anschul. Funny animal noises ensue*

*runs back out again, waving*

bj

Ooooh goosed at the bar!

 

[Angeline]

Mmmmmm just what the doctor ordered



Mosquito, midge call it what you like it bit me ... very tasty me lol I never have lilac in the house supposed to be unlucky one of those old wives tales but why push my luck lol


Ooooh goosed at the bar!

Thank you, Annie. I should have guessed from the context of your first comment. No mossies here yet, but boy howdy when they show up, they're monsters. Maine has killer mossies.

Hmmm, my butt smarts a little. Then again my butt could use some smartening up. My that Jezebel's a fast one!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*finishes crown*

*hates it, and starts a second one with peacock feathers*

*runs through the bistro again to see if there are any takers for a second helping of grab-ass*

ooo! There's a nice one there. No wonder they call UYS "sweetcheeks". And, um, how much trouble can I get in for grabbing a moderator's ass?

*runs out*

 

[Angeline]

*finishes crown*

*hates it, and starts a second one with peacock feathers*

*runs through the bistro again to see if there are any takers for a second helping of grab-ass*

ooo! There's a nice one there. No wonder they call UYS "sweetcheeks". And, um, how much trouble can I get in for grabbing a moderator's ass?

*runs out*

The Boston Marathon was last weekend. Ya should been up here, methinks.

How much trouble? Hell, I might go give your poems fives. That's what we do in the secret oval.

 

[The_Fool]

adding a little desultory decadence to the bistro...

so much lust, so little time.

 

[Angeline]

adding a little desultory decadence to the bistro...

so much lust, so little time.

Nice ass
onance

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Nice ass
onance

LOLZ!

Do you think this is too much?

Or maybe this. I dunno.

I was thinking maybe this, though. Feeling sorta martyred lately.

bj

 

[Tzara]

*hates it, and starts a second one with peacock feathers*

Your name isn't Sally, is it?

 

[Tzara]

How much trouble? Hell, I might go give your poems fives. That's what we do in the secret oval.

Hey, I didn't get the newsletter this week or accidentally deleted it. Whose poem are we writing the suck-up rave comment for again?



God knows I don't want to rave about some non-ovalish type. That would be . . . unseemly.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Your name isn't Sally, is it?

That's one of the few things I haven't been called. And I can sing, but not like that.

but I'm all on the feather thing.

*reckless eyebrows atcha*

bj

eta: we're sucking up to Angeline. And Eve. They're the default modes.

love to see what you'd do with the double dactyl. I must admit I thought of all the mad form poets around here when I put that up.

 

[Angeline]

LOLZ!

Do you think this is too much?

Or maybe this. I dunno.

I was thinking maybe this, though. Feeling sorta martyred lately.

bj

That last one seems to have the most staying power albeit not with my crowd.

I kinda like this one. And it comes with a court.

Hey, I didn't get the newsletter this week or accidentally deleted it. Whose poem are we writing the suck-up rave comment for again?


God knows I don't want to rave about some non-ovalish type. That would be . . . unseemly.

Mine. Pick one. You can be next week. <checks to ensure you're on the top-secret list>

 

[unpredictablebijou]

That last one seems to have the most staying power albeit not with my crowd.

I kinda like this one. And it comes with a court.

That is TOO FABULOUS. I wonder if I still have time to put one of those together...

Mine. Pick one. You can be next week. <checks to ensure you're on the top-secret list>

I suspect T's one of those people who refuses to join any club that would accept him as a member.

member... heh heh.

club... heh heh

*growing ever more juvenile as Friday night approaches*

bj

 

[Tzara]

love to see what you'd do with the double dactyl. I must admit I thought of all the mad form poets around here when I put that up.

Your request is not exactly a command, but, well, here.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I never command.

I merely urge flirtatiously.

bj

 

[Tzara]

<checks to ensure you're on the top-secret list>

I think the printer ran out of paper at that point.




Hey. Saving trees like a good Seattleite.

 

[Anschul]

LOLZ!

Do you think this is too much?

Or maybe this. I dunno.

I was thinking maybe this, though. Feeling sorta martyred lately.

bj

Hey, why be modest? We all know what you REALLY want to wear:

http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/crown.jpg

eh, Annie?

Back here with me, wench!!!
And I mean that in only the most respectful way.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Hey, why be modest? We all know what you REALLY want to wear

eh, Annie?

Back here with me, wench!!!
And I mean that in only the most respectful way.

It's true, it's true.
*sobbing confessionally*

all I ever wanted was to be the Queen. Is that so much to ask?

*bijou floats, cartoonlike, her nose following the wafting scent of Beef Wellington toward the back room.*

*sounds of a scuffle and giggling*

*Anschul emerges, looking dazed*

bj

 

[Angeline]

That is TOO FABULOUS. I wonder if I still have time to put one of those together...





I suspect T's one of those people who refuses to join any club that would accept him as a member.

member... heh heh.

club... heh heh

*growing ever more juvenile as Friday night approaches*

bj

Well me neither, really. I probably screwed myself out of getting a Ph.D. because this totally slimy guy I worked for gave me a speech about how great it is, like being a member of a special club. It immediately turned me off to the concept.

And you know if you use *my* crown choice, you also get to be Miss Bali Bra--which I believe in that photo is interpreted as the ugly American's notion of Bali. Lolz. <-----

I think the printer ran out of paper at that point.




Hey. Saving trees like a good Seattleite.

Ok. There's really no list. *cries*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Well me neither, really. I probably screwed myself out of getting a Ph.D. because this totally slimy guy I worked for gave me a speech about how great it is, like being a member of a special club. It immediately turned me off to the concept.

And you know if you use *my* crown choice, you also get to be Miss Bali Bra--which I believe in that photo is interpreted as the ugly American's notion of Bali. Lolz. <-----



Ok. There's really no list. *cries*

If I win, do I have to start wearing a bra? Cause forget it then.

Don't cry. I'll make a list for you.

Raise your hand if you DON'T want to be in the Oval.





It'll be a much shorter list that way.

bj

 

[Tzara]

Well me neither, really. I probably screwed myself out of getting a Ph.D. because this totally slimy guy I worked for gave me a speech about how great it is, like being a member of a special club. It immediately turned me off to the concept.

After I bombed out of grad school in psychology, I tried an MBA program. The orientation speech addressed how we were the "elite" (which was puzzling, since this was the UW, not Hahvahd).

I lasted long enough to complete microeconomics, which was an interesting course.

Speaking of courses, I'd like to start with a butter lettuce salad, with goat cheese, walnuts, and Granny Smith apple slices. Oh, and a crisp Pino Grigio, not overly chilled.

I'm thinking a panko-crusted chicken breast with a mustard sauce. Steamed carrots and broccoli. No starch, thank you.

Yeah. Comfort food. Busy week.

Can we put Vivaldi, soft, on the sound system? Thanks.

Or baseball. Same thing.

 

[Angeline]

If I win, do I have to start wearing a bra? Cause forget it then.

Don't cry. I'll make a list for you.

Raise your hand if you DON'T want to be in the Oval.





It'll be a much shorter list that way.

bj

Hands you a pencil.

If you can pass the test missy, no bra for you! (Hey, I'm not fooling around; it's a No. 2 pencil.)

All right. Sigh. Back to the essays.

 

[Angeline]

After I bombed out of grad school in psychology, I tried an MBA program. The orientation speech addressed how we were the "elite" (which was puzzling, since this was the UW, not Hahvahd).

I lasted long enough to complete microeconomics, which was an interesting course.

Speaking of courses, I'd like to start with a butter lettuce salad, with goat cheese, walnuts, and Granny Smith apple slices. Oh, and a crisp Pino Grigio, not overly chilled.

I'm thinking a panko-crusted chicken breast with a mustard sauce. Steamed carrots and broccoli. No starch, thank you.

Yeah. Comfort food. Busy week.

Can we put Vivaldi, soft, on the sound system? Thanks.

Or baseball. Same thing.

Oh, I made roasted chicken thighs with garlic, rosemary, lemon and white wine. Steamed green beans. No starch!

Now I really am going to score essays. But I'm not turning of the Sox game, damnit.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

And as soon as I serve T's dinner (yes I AM dressed like a princess, thank you) I'm off as well. It won't be as much fun as scoring essays, but we'll try to have a good time...

This princess dress would look so much better with some cleavage to put in it. But one does what one can... Perhaps I can be the Bali Bra runner up.

Or borrow UYS's cleavage for the evening.

bj