Bistro Bijou

[unpredictablebijou]

Pfft.

1.5 hours. And did eight hours of driving today. My misery e-peen is enormous.

=P

Yeah, well, you're bigger and stronger than I am. And more of a control freak. So it evens out.

bj


eta: I ask for no pity, quite frankly. I was up because I was writing a hot girl-on-girl action story. My choice, completely, and I don't regret a moment. But I am a little disoriented.

 

[Homburg]

Yeah, well, you're bigger and stronger than I am. And more of a control freak. So it evens out.

bj

Goddamit, woman! Don't confuse me when I am running on.... whatever it is that is powering me right now. I'm thinking it is a mix of consarned muleheadedness and pure persnickety contrariness towards my own damned self.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Goddamit, woman! Don't confuse me when I am running on.... whatever it is that is powering me right now. I'm thinking it is a mix of consarned muleheadedness and pure persnickety contrariness towards my own damned self.

Anyone who can use words like that and actually spell them right is a) perfectly functional and b) easily established as a control freak.

I like arguing with you. It's fun. Not that it would be my first choice of what to do with you.

Being tired makes me saucy.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Anyone who can use words like that and actually spell them right is a) perfectly functional and b) easily established as a control freak.

I like arguing with you. It's fun. Not that it would be my first choice of what to do with you.

Being tired makes me saucy.

bj

Being drunk makes me saucy and talk a lot and sing! luckily I can sing !

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I was thinking over my old WRAF days and I used to know a man with three nipples

 

[Anschul]

What a great post!!. What memories...

1.) The best thing you ever put in your mouth

Four things, actually, all the same night...A bottle of Chateau Margaux '78 that AA and I sipped over dinner on our wedding night; an H. Upmann Sir Winston shared with my father-in-law after the dinner; and later, in private, the top tier of the marzipan wedding cake made by Francois at the Patisserie in Cape May, and the 1989 Veuve Clicquot Brut.

2.)The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth

Homemade moonshine. In Miami in the seventies, I played softball on a rec playground team on which I was the only non-Hispanic player. During the games, the players on the bench would pass around a half-gallon glass jug with a clear liquid in it, take a long slug, and pass it on. The first time the bottle came to me, all the players (who ranged from thirty to fifty years old, while I was twenty-something) watched me closely to see how I reacted to the bottle. On my first slug I almost fell backward off the bench. My throat burned, the top of my head felt like it was going to explode, and my face turned redder than a tomato. But I hung in there, and always took my turn, making me one of the team. The stuff was made by the grandmother of one of the players, in her basement, usually a day or two before the game, so the stuff was clearly aged, oh, about 36 hours. Corn likker. au Natural. Those were the days.

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.

There was this fancy cocktail party I went to in San Francisco, hosted by a record-company guy trying to get the Dead to sign with their label. We all went, dressed up in what passed for formal for a Grateful Deal crowd--I wish there were pix, it was incredible, and not what you all might think of as "formal", but we were, after all, the Grateful Dead. There were tuxedo-ed servers in incredibly short black satin skirts passing through the crowd with martinis. We were pretty heavily sedated when we arrived. I don't remember much about the party after my seventh or eight martini, but I do--vividly--remember waking up the next morning naked, lying next to a naked woman who weighed about two hundred fifty pounds and had her arm draped around me. I remember nothing between the last martini and the waking up moment, but I can still, thirty years later, smell the fragrances of a night to regret. I think I might not have done that sober.


4.)Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.

One night the summer we met, AA and I were strolling along the beach at sunset, passing a bottle of Freixenet Brut back and forth and getting a little tipsy, when we came upon a group of my best friends walking the other way. We stopped for a moment so that I could introduce her to my friends--I had known her about four weeks at this point, but we already knew we were in love--and I said to them, slightly inebriated, "This is Aline. She's the reason I breathe." They all smiled knowingly, and AA blushed. But to this day, she swears that that was the moment our relationship was sealed. Maybe I am that cool and romantic, but I rather think that it was the alcohol.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

You watched the Rob Lowe tape?

Yes, I guess we do some pretty crazy things when alcohol flows...

It was actually playing at the professor's house during a party. This was when I was in college as one of his students. I was in AWE of him and too scared to talk to him until I'd had a few cups of "punch."

 

[sassynyc]

Look guys.....we made page 200!

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In keeping with the survey, any excuse to crack open a bottle, is a good one.
Happy 200th ​

 

[Angeline]

The best thing I ever put in my mouth?
Why eagleyez, of course! But pizza is a very close second. The right pizza.

The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth?
My mother claims that when I was around two and playing in the backyard, she discovered I had half an earthworm in my hand. Mercifully, I have no memory of this, but I'm goin with eating worms is pretty disgusting.

Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.
Picked up this really cute conga player at a party at this gorgeous mansion outside Princeton and proceeded to a private party with him in the attic of said mansion. Never saw him again; no regrets.

Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.
Honestly, I can't think of one (except maybe the conga player), but I've never been much of a drinker. Alcohol was never my substance of choice. I have much better stories about illegal substances, none of them recent of course. Well, except for the other night when I got to talk to both Tathagata and tungtied2u on the phone (not at the same time). There was smoking involved. Tath and I agreed to tell you all that the phone sex was amazing.

Oy. I gotta go review those poemies now that I've time.

 

[Homburg]

Anyone who can use words like that and actually spell them right is a) perfectly functional and b) easily established as a control freak.

I like arguing with you. It's fun. Not that it would be my first choice of what to do with you.

Being tired makes me saucy.

bj

Did I tell you that I did some resistance play over the weekend? Good stuff. Had my sweet MIS growling, snarling, and accusing me of cheating. Of course I was thinking about how much you would've enjoyed the scene when she made that comment

Which reminds me that I had something I wanted to do for you...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Woot indeed for our 200th page. I was thinking about champagne pictures (the beverage, unless she'd like to disrobe in celebration... how bout it, champy?) but the shop got busy all of a sudden, and sassy, ever-vigilant, has beat me to the proverbial champagne punch. Lovely celebration.

My gratitude knows no bounds. I'm trying to think of a nice little party idea for in here. Let's start with some sushi, served properly:

http://m4.bestpicever.com/pics/pic_11917244877055.jpg

and a champagne fountain. At the bistro, you're allowed to drink directly from it if no one from the health department is watching.
http://www.chocolatefonduefountains.com/images/page/IMG_MF72.jpg
And again, I say unto you: wOOt!

bj

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

It was actually playing at the professor's house during a party. This was when I was in college as one of his students. I was in AWE of him and too scared to talk to him until I'd had a few cups of "punch."

I feel like I really missed out on something. I went to a Christian college. They were incredibly uptight. A party at a professor's house would have been grounds for dismissal for sure. They were so extreme, they accused me of being a satanist because I wore a lot of black and crescent moon-shaped earrings my mom had bought me.

-Sheila

 

[UnderYourSpell]

http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/itsannier/Bad-Habit-Barbie.jpg

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Lady could you please put the link in again for you story I can't find the right page it's on?

 

[sassynyc]

If anyone ever says the bistro's not educational as well as entertaining, you just show them this.

part of the bistro curriculum

http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/itsannier/Bad-Habit-Barbie.jpg

 

[Anschul]

hi
life sucks, get used to it

I'll take a glass of deep red wine, and a chunk of choclate, and if anyone wants to trade services, I am in desprate need of a massage, although I think this offer only stands for the men, I cant ever seem to get the gals to push hard enough, well I'll be in the corner if anyone feels like trading services



I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe

faint ginggling heard in background

C'mere you sweet thing. I got 'cher back. And shoulders. And neck. and... and... and...

Pfft.

1.5 hours. And did eight hours of driving today. My misery e-peen is enormous.

=P

Is this where I'm supposed to say "Mine is bigger than yours?" Just curious...

I feel like I really missed out on something. I went to a Christian college. They were incredibly uptight. A party at a professor's house would have been grounds for dismissal for sure. They were so extreme, they accused me of being a satanist because I wore a lot of black and crescent moon-shaped earrings my mom had bought me.

-Sheila

Hey LadynS...I went to Roots today. They pronounce it like "puts." What's that about? Saw some absolutely amazing produce---fruits and veggies--bought the most incredible peaches, and so cheap!!!!

Peach pies tonight!!!!!

Also saw some pretty disgusting stuff, too, tongues and stuff that looks like, well, puke, that they call food. But a great tea stand, and a Polish stoneware pottery place. AA's favorite. And some pretty funny accents, and lots of horses and buggies; and lots and lots and lots and lots of cars. Wow. I hear there's a really cool farmer's market in downtown Lancaster, too, but I haven't been there yet. And it's hotter here than in FLA. What's THAT about? Know what's really cool? I'm a half hour from the Hershey factory AND the M&M's factory. And boy, is there snack foods here. Pretzel and potato chip factories everywhere. And a horse and buggy goes past my house three or four times a day, and drives my dogs absolutely crazy. Whoops...there goes one now!!! Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark...

This is actually a pretty cool place, except for the lack of salt water. There's no place to put a sailboat. Waaaaahhhhh.

For the rest of you, BBQ ribs and chicken on the grill tonight, fresh grilled zucchini and egglants, and peach pies and peach ice cream for dessert (one shoo-fly pie on the table for LadynS).
And I got half-gallon jugs of fresh-made ale from the taps at the factory window of the Lancaster Brewing Company.

Belly up!!! We'll have alcohol stories to tell in the morning.

 

[Anschul]

http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/itsannier/Bad-Habit-Barbie.jpg

Sure didn't take UYS long to get the hang of the Bong thing...by Jove, I think you've got it...

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Lady could you please put the link in again for you story I can't find the right page it's on?

sure.

Modern Fairy Tale Ch. 12
Little Red Riding in the Hood

I had another story get posted last night too.
A New Love (Mature category)

There's a mistake in "A New Love." I missed a sentence when I copied & pasted the submission. I fixed it in the comments in answer to someone who freaked out over my mistake. Another copy of the story has been submitted.

-Sheila

 

[sassynyc]

bj, here's one for the fridge

Pungi

Some call it
firewater
demon ale
Lucifer's elixir
because, you see
some like to say
The devil made me do it
depending on the crime
I give it no name
For what can you call
bottled libation
that coaxes you
out of yourself
like a snake charmer,
trusty pungi in hand
Can you see him?
The serpent is already there
coiled, but ready
awaiting permission to dance
Holy water, perhaps?
Serum that makes me
more me than
I already be
certainly sounds divine

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Hey LadynS...I went to Roots today. They pronounce it like "puts." What's that about? Saw some absolutely amazing produce---fruits and veggies--bought the most incredible peaches, and so cheap!!!!

Peach pies tonight!!!!!

Also saw some pretty disgusting stuff, too, tongues and stuff that looks like, well, puke, that they call food. But a great tea stand, and a Polish stoneware pottery place. AA's favorite. And some pretty funny accents, and lots of horses and buggies; and lots and lots and lots and lots of cars. Wow. I hear there's a really cool farmer's market in downtown Lancaster, too, but I haven't been there yet. And it's hotter here than in FLA. What's THAT about? Know what's really cool? I'm a half hour from the Hershey factory AND the M&M's factory. And boy, is there snack foods here. Pretzel and potato chip factories everywhere. And a horse and buggy goes past my house three or four times a day, and drives my dogs absolutely crazy. Whoops...there goes one now!!! Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark...

This is actually a pretty cool place, except for the lack of salt water. There's no place to put a sailboat. Waaaaahhhhh.

For the rest of you, BBQ ribs and chicken on the grill tonight, fresh grilled zucchini and egglants, and peach pies and peach ice cream for dessert (one shoo-fly pie on the table for LadynS).
And I got half-gallon jugs of fresh-made ale from the taps at the factory window of the Lancaster Brewing Company.

Belly up!!! We'll have alcohol stories to tell in the morning.

I'm glad you enjoyed Roots. So, you didn't try the hearts, liver, and gizzards? I love those! My dad always bought tons of the caramel popcorn that they make there.

People always complain about the heat here. It is no wonder that I hate summer with a passion. What's up with that, you ask. I'll give you the traditional answer-- it's the humidity.

-Sheila

 

[Tzara]

http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/itsannier/Bad-Habit-Barbie.jpg

Now, before we all get down on Bad Habit Barbie, let me just point out her fabulous interior design sense. I mean, that fridge is the color of a '43 Plymouth. Whaa hoo!

And, well this may be just some guy thing, but that gal is stacked.

One suggestion, though. Lose the straw in the nose. A rolled Franklin says so much more about how stylin' you are.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

If anyone ever says the bistro's not educational as well as entertaining, you just show them this.

part of the bistro curriculum

One thing I liked about where I used to work was the sense of humor of my first supervisor there. He decided that first Carlos Mencia's DVD was part of our training curriculum. LOL Everyone enjoyed many jokes at my expense with Carlos' phrase "Nigga in a box." I expected to get one for Christmas, but no..



-Sheila

 

[Angeline]

Now, before we all get down on Bad Habit Barbie, let me just point out her fabulous interior design sense. I mean, that fridge is the color of a '43 Plymouth. Whaa hoo!

And, well this may be just some guy thing, but that gal is stacked.

One suggestion, though. Lose the straw in the nose. A rolled Franklin says so much more about how stylin' you are.

The straw confused me. I thought she had a Pinocchio nose goin on there.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Silly me. I just thought it was a cigarette.

I'm clearly out of touch.

I like that the beer is pale, and about to spill. Lager is a bad habit indeed.

Personally, I like to think of the bistro party more like this.


Or possibly this.


Maybe even this.

bj

 

[Tzara]

The straw confused me. I thought she had a Pinocchio nose goin on there.

That's her storytelling: Golly, Ken. You hurt me, really hurt me, with that accusation. You should know those cash advances were for Skipper's ballet lessons!

Hey. You're way more sophisticated than me, Ms. East Coast. I mean, conga drummers.

'Nuff said. But,

Am I showing my age if I groove on Barb's Doris Day 'do? I hope not, but y'know, maybe I'm on a Sentimental Journey.