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1. Childhood comfort food?
Mom's lemon pound cake.

2. Best place to go on vacation?
The beach... any beach

3. Best music to fuck to?
Just fuck? Not make love? INNAGODDADAVIDA! (Iron Butterfly)

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?
Wonder Woman. Why? 'Cause I want it, and she obviously needs it!
 
Why I can't help but love people and My Bar, chapter 37.

Many people, including a few of those I love, have walked into My Bar and copped an immediate attitude about it. Not everyone in there has graduated from high school, has worn a suit to anything but a funeral or a wedding, has his or her own teeth, uses proper grammar, or drinks something more sophisticated than Bud Lite. It's easy for people Like Us to get all elitist in a place like that.

But these people teach me and surprise me, and last night was no exception.

Picture Hawk, the Mid-40's, rode-hard, Obnoxiously Drunk Redneck Guy. Thin, loud, overly friendly, feed cap, sleeveless and half-destroyed Molly Hatchett concert Tshirt. Works for the city doing landscaping and tree-cutting. Easy to dismiss, right? Nothing to teach.

So I end up talking to him, of course, and we're talking about B-rad's hair, which he's just cut nearly off except for a mohawk strip in the middle. B-rad is too old, too white and too regular for a cut like that. I tell him jokingly that I don't approve of short hair on men. Drunk Redneck guy says, approaching and whipping off the ball cap 'lookit this, still got a full head uh hair an it's growin real fast.' I say, 'Man, your hair isn't all that long either. What you doin makin fun of B-rad's haircut?'

Then he tells me that he used to have long hair, down to his waist, real fine hair. But then once when he went to get it cut, the gal told him there was some little girl with cancer, and he could go through that Locks of Love thing and give it to her, and it was about the same color and everything. So, he says, I did it. Cut it all off and gave it to her for Locks of Love.

"And y'know whut?" he says to me, loud and beer-soaked in my ear, draping a sweaty arm over my shoulders, "I'm gonna grow it all out again, and y'know whut? I'm gonna do it again, cut it all off for them, cause it grows real fast and I kin do it again and again for them little kids, them kids goin' through alla that treatment and losin' their hair. I'm just gonna keep growin' it and cuttin' it off an' givin' it to 'em."

He didn't understand it when I said 'namaste' to him, and he may not have noticed that my eyes were all teared up when I went back to my table. When we get to our auditions for The Good Place, I know a lot of people with Doctorates and ministerial titles who will have to get in line behind Hawk.

So come to My Bar, sometime, all of you. It's a fine and educational place. But don't order no fancy-ass drinks, and don't judge too quick when you see Hawk in that same filthy t-shirt as last week. He's a jewel, is Hawk, and he can lean on me any time, sweat or no sweat.

*moved*
bj
 
1. Childhood comfort food?

I didn't really have one. I'd eat anything. When I hit 3rd grade we'd moved to North Carolina. Teachers were allowed to apddle there, without even calling the parents first, and my teacher, Mrs. Carlton, had a paddle on the wall labelled "Board of Education". I was absolutely affronted at the barbarity of it all, and terrified that this psychotic woman was going to strike me. For whatever reason, I turned to food for comfort. *blorp* Instant fat kid.

In retrospect, given my sexual predilections, it is both appropritate in its' own way, ironic, and amusing. And it was also amusing that, in the 3rd grade, I knew and used the word "barbarity" when describing the practice to my mother.

2. Best place to go on vacation?

A cheap motel with thick walls and a fridge in the room for the V8 and orange juice. Who needs trumped up sites to take cheesy photographs of? I want a weekend away from my laptop and fax machine, where I can see just how much friction I can produce and endure.

3. Best music to fuck to?

Oddly enough, music nut that I am (I have 8498 songs in my iTunes playlist right now, and I'm not done with my own CD collection, let alone the download list), I don't tend to want music on to fuck to. It distracts me. Bad thing for my issues.

Now, music to scene to? Different story. I have found that I love to tie with bass-heavy industrial or techno blaring. Tying at the club is incredible, and I really feel my own flow and rhythm. I've had onlookers describe how I was almost dancing with the rope, and this is as close to dancing as my non-graceful self gets.

(though MIS has decided that she is going to teach me to dance. I ... actually... kinda like the waltz :eek::eek::eek: )

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?

Wonder Woman. Girl is kinky as the day is long. Sure, she's a bit too switchy for my tastes, but it wouldn't be the first time that lasso has been used on her.
 
I'm in on this one...
1. Childhood comfort food?

My mother used to make a pot roast (us Yiddishers called it "Brust"--brisket), dusted with salt, pepper, flour and lots of fine-ground ginger, then braised a long time in sweet onions that she had caramelized before adding them to the pot. She served it with rice. It was so sweet, and slightly tangy from the ginger...ooohhhhhhh.

2. Best place to go on vacation?

Cape Eleuthra, in the eastern Bahamas, but only back in the day, before the jet-setters found it, built resort hotels and American-style bars. Now I go to the southeastern part of St. John, USVI, east of the National Park. Still not a lot of people have found it. Yet.

3. Best music to fuck to?

Almost anything by Isaac Hayes (not the Chef), but check out The Look of Love. An old favorite, spun a little different, but almost ten minutes long, and incredible!

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?

And I'm with Smitty on this one: Wonder Woman. And isn't it obvious why? (Oh yeah, and I married her!)

And by the way, Annie, remember what I said earlier...in the end, he goes home with YOU!!
 
Latest bistro survey

1. Childhood comfort food?
My mama's apple cobbler (hot and bubbling straight from the oven...the best)

2. Best place to go on vacation?
Anywhere I can find beauty, and haven't already been to. I love discovering new places.

3. Best music to fuck to?
Any slow jam by Mr. Gaye....especially this. I seem to have the damnedest wardrobe malfunctions at the sound of his voice. *fans self*

4. Super hero you'd fuck and why?
Iron Man. 'Nuff said ;)


P.S. Send Hawk greetings from the bistro. Sounds like a stand up guy. I like him....sweat and all.
 
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1. Childhood comfort food?

I've thought and I've thought but I can't remember lots of things about my chilhood I have blocked so I guess it's lost in the mists of time somewhere along with the other stuff

2. Best place to go on vacation?

Las Vegas! I love it we even bought a timeshare there!

3. Best music to fuck to?

You actually hear the music?

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?
Incredible Hunk imagine making him mad!! I mean everything must grow mustn't it? Hmmmm though perhaps I better leave him to Champ
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As for the other stuff I posted I think you misunderstood it was Ron told me they was in the right and I should keep quiet! That's why I was inclined to leave him in the hospital!
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Homb you never cease to amaze me ... clubs to watch people get tied up ?!!!!!!!!!
 
1. Childhood comfort food?


2. Best place to go on vacation?


3. Best music to fuck to?


4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?




bj

1. Mac and cheese from a box

2. Vacation? What's that?

3. There generally isn't any music playing although I did recently hear a song that I really like. Don't know the name of it though. Tear You Apart maybe?

4. No clue on this one...all my favorite superhero's have glaring flaws that would impede on any sex.
 
1. Childhood comfort food?

I smell Gran's kitchen when rising dough
exhales a beery smell and the heat roses cheeks
already bright with sledding and snow forts,

sitting at the table looking through windows
decorated with Jack Frost's Pines in Winter
painting on the glass behind
the blooming cactus;
at odds with the time of year
apart from its festive name.

Steaming mugs of milky tea and hot chocolate;
fresh heels of strong bread dunked to melt
butter that glosses lips
before they're kissed goodnight.

2. Best place to go on vacation?
My back yard - accessible, quiet and close to shopping and entertainment.

3. Best music to fuck to?
My lover's gasps and exclaimations of pleasure as we compose yet another song.

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?
Yeah, yeah, guys. Diana Prince is hawt but what about Dinah Lance? . But, because he's so dangerous...
 
1. Childhood comfort food?

I smell Gran's kitchen when rising dough
exhales a beery smell and the heat roses cheeks
already bright with sledding and snow forts,

sitting at the table looking through windows
decorated with Jack Frost's Pines in Winter
painting on the glass behind
the blooming cactus;
at odds with the time of year
apart from its festive name.

Steaming mugs of milky tea and hot chocolate;
fresh heels of strong bread dunked to melt
butter that glosses lips
before they're kissed goodnight.

2. Best place to go on vacation?
My back yard - accessible, quiet and close to shopping and entertainment.

3. Best music to fuck to?
My lover's gasps and exclaimations of pleasure as we compose yet another song.

4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?
Yeah, yeah, guys. Diana Prince is hawt but what about Dinah Lance? . But, because he's so dangerous...

Well for me, other than UYS, blondes are simply NOT my thing...
 
1. Childhood comfort food?

chicken noodle soup, orange jello with canned mandarin oranges, 7-up...


2. Best place to go on vacation?

Northern New Mexico


3. Best music to fuck to?

music? you tellin' me there was some other sounds in the place besides ours?


4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?



why? - will she sound like Holly Hunter, she can reach all my parts in any position, she can get into any position, she is cute and a little butch, she can kick ass, and did I say that she sound like Holly Hunter?

:p:p
 
Wake up to the sirens wails
body pulls me out of bed
before the mind can move
robe
house is dark
not night
loud wailing
spurning my feet on
I pull at the back door
pull on my daddies coat
I hesitate
the cats
the wailing gets louder
I pull the door closed as
I step into the rain
steps to the basement are quick
I aririve
heart thudding in the quiet dark
thoughts of news reports
phone calls
flashes of light
cracks of thunder
loud
louder
its close
closer
courage
have courage
deep breath
thinking of Thor
we will be ok
ok
ok
ok
silence
rap
crack
tap tap tap
stones of ice
hail
this is hail
think
think
what is next
the hail dies away
as I pace
back
frorth
back
forth
wish I had thought to grab shoes
or better yet
keep some down here
silence
what is going on
why havent the neibors
come down to the basement
silence
long
still
silence
My cat cries
a low mournful cry above me
he is better in the house I tell myself
it will be ok
the basement would only scare him
another cry
I wish I knew what was going on
the radio is in the camping gear
upstairs
do I dare
it is quiet
I think it has passed
I step ot onto the flooded stoop
up the steps
slowly, tenatively
through the back door
into the camping gear
radio on
shoes on
ready
"Severe thunderstorms, hail and upper rotation in this storm cell, the sirens were set off to warn people of the hail, but there is no tornado, only upper rotation, it is unlikely that this storm will allow lower rotation, I repeat there is no tornado, but the athourties set off the sirens to warn people to seek shelter from the hail, this storm has begun flooding the..."
 
1. Childhood comfort food?
My mom's chicken and dumplings. I haven't had that in probably forty years, but I sure remember how it tastes.​
2. Best place to go on vacation?
London, though Venice is pretty good and has better food.​
3. Best music to fuck to?
Tristan und Isolde or Metallica, depending on the, um, mood.​
4. Superhero you'd fuck and why?
Jean Gray (Phoenix).

http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/6/6a/JeanGrey442.jpg/440px-JeanGrey442.jpg

I have a thing for redheads and, well, she can read minds. :cool:
 
Great choices Tz!!

(Except for London — I'd choose Florence any day of the week.)

And this:

Next time we'll use a foolproof coffin.
—Major Calloway

is from The Third Man if I'm not mistaken.

(Hunting down more pictures of Jean Grey as I type!!)
 
Oiiiiiiiii Tzara smackkkkkkk
Is that a "good" smack or a "bad" smack? And just what did I say?

Girls are so confusing. :rolleyes:




Who won the last test match, by the way--England or New Zealand? The last hotel we were in didn't have Sky Sports, so I couldn't watch cricket.
 
Is that a "good" smack or a "bad" smack? And just what did I say?

Girls are so confusing. :rolleyes:




Who won the last test match, by the way--England or New Zealand? The last hotel we were in didn't have Sky Sports, so I couldn't watch cricket.

Girls are indeed confusing.

I believe she's annoyed because she is not a redhead. There does seem to be rather an anti-blond sentiment in here occasionally. Which is odd, but, hey, what can one expect from a buncha poets?

Glad the blond bits of mine are quickly being replaced by grey. I'll miss the red strands as well, but I'll clearly be more popular around here.

bj
 
Girls are indeed confusing.

I believe she's annoyed because she is not a redhead. There does seem to be rather an anti-blond sentiment in here occasionally. Which is odd, but, hey, what can one expect from a buncha poets?

Glad the blond bits of mine are quickly being replaced by grey. I'll miss the red strands as well, but I'll clearly be more popular around here.

bj
The sounds of sulking?? — I think I've never heard you sing that song before!

Sorta touching!

(I'm a hair slut — I like 'em all.)
 
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