Your Foo fighter against the seriously mundane is spent…and my legs actually feel weak today…lol. I made my way across the street as the crowd parted like the Red Sea to join the cast of what would prove to be a production of epic proportions…lol. The Bloody Mary's were en eye opener away, or closer, depending on your resistance to hot stuff With all jets a go we launched headfirst into the sun, heading due north.
There was pie…lol it came along with us for the laughs somewhere along the way…in a box. There were cruel jokes, but no one got hurt…lol. Tess, resplendent behind the bar was beautiful, and her top was quite revealing. I explored the inside of her oral cavity looking for answers, but only found more questions the deeper I probed…lolol.
We were all having lots of fun, when Trish asked me to sing her a song of desire. I decided that she would be able to hear it much more clearly if I sang it directly into her mouth…lol This particular song is tricky… I make it up on the fly of course, but it wound up having several verses, a repeated chorus…and an encore…lol. At this point we lost the hitchhiker, who, had become like peau de soie,… a medium to heavy, drapeable fabric with a soft satin weave and dull finish….
There had been, by this point a serious amount of mead drained out of various tanks, and into ours…lol, and we decided to come up for air…and away we went…. I love that space, the raw tune-age is fine, the crowd is terribly sexy, and the toilets come with breath mints…lolol. By now I have no fricking clue what time it was, I think it had been called on account of hedonism… too much fun is just enough ya know…;.
The upstairs was in overdrive, and I had serious fear for the safety of my toes, as the room was like a beehive with a fire lit from below… so we decided to fly before getting our wings clipped. Now we were headed back north, passing Caliente Cab Company. The not so obvious choice to me anyway, was the Hanger. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…;D. Vincent Millay…. There is also a ghost in there as well, usually, apparently, over by the bar.
